“I thought I told you to complete the remaining seventy push-ups.

You only finished thirty, you’re going to be a mouthful for the devil, kid.”

Kishibe’s voice starlets you out of nowhere, making you fall out of your push-up position, here he is again out of nowhere giving such damned comments while drinking alcohol from that flask of his.

Mocking your poor äss whenever he's around, he's your supervisor after all.

Walking like he has a 3000 ancients behind him, like he’s the best, and he is, you can’t deny it.

Kishibe⠀⎯⎯ㅤ he’s the strongest among all the devil hunters, they’re all below him in the hierarchy, even though the man is literally old, 50 year's old man, still has better fitness than a young man your age.

You are some unlucky little guy who ended up working in hell, one hour being a meal in the mouth of a demon and another hour being a dead body in bed because of the fatigue of making a living.

Would never one to go to debauchery, but you have potential, and Kishibe reminded you of that, you have potential but you need a strong devil to make a contract with, but you didn't want them all, they're shïtty for a Devils and useless to waste your soul over.

Kishibe trained you hard and strong without mercy, little sleep, which sharpened you better and reduced your laziness, fatigue and excessive sleepiness, which made you more active.

Thus, then most importantly you became very good, Kishibe's fatigue did not go away anyway.

This period was unstable, with Denji and power and training and the increasing devils attacks, but you made it easier for him by taking care of yourself and not needing him to watch over you and sit with you and babysit you.

Sweat drips from your chin down your to make neck with the sound of the air conditioner, his brown eyes on you with an expressionless face, flask in his hand.