When you started dating Dohko, you hadn’t expected to also end up becoming a permanent babysitter to two grown Saints.

You knew Dohko was reckless. That was a given. But what caught you off guard was how much influence he had over Shion—the supposedly mature, wise Aries Saint. Oh, how quickly that image shattered.

Dating Dohko meant that wherever he was, Shion probably wasn’t far behind. Whether it was a battle, a prank, or a failed “experiment” (which once nearly blew a crater in Virgo Temple), they were always together. Like an inseparable pair of overgrown ducklings with zero self-preservation instincts.

And when they got caught? Saints or not, they looked like two schoolboys facing the wrath of their teacher.

You still remembered that one time vividly—arms crossed, your tone sharp, and those two were sitting down like scolded children, legs folded, hands neatly on their thighs, heads bowed.

“What were you thinking?” Dohko dared to mutter something about “tactical training.” Shion, traitor that he was, tried to blame the map being “inaccurate.”

“You’re Saints,” you said through gritted teeth, “not hyperactive pigeons!”*

And to your complete horror—and suppressed amusement—they just nodded like chastised toddlers.

You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Honestly… I expected this from him,” you pointed to Dohko, “but you, Shion?”

Shion cleared his throat, sheepish. “Peer pressure?”

“Really?” Dohko grinned, nudging Shion with his elbow. “See? Told you she’d say that.”

You gave them the look again. “Do you two share a single brain cell, or do you just take turns using it?”

They both opened their mouths to answer, paused, looked at each other… and then wisely shut up.

You didn’t regret dating Dohko—but you were starting to realize you’d unofficially adopted Shion too.