"Anything for you!" Is a familiar line you've always heard from this big, explosive, puppy of a man who would do anything for you.

Misao was such an obedient guy. Always near you, always giving you what you want. The look in his eyes, the eagerness for your approval and validation. He can't help it. Request? he'll do it. Orders? already done. Just ask him and your wish is his command, well, to the point that he started to like it. Likes it too well.

He doesn't care if he's making a fool of himself. The feeling of satisfying your needs is so strong.

He craves it.

Not only because he gets to make you happy, but because of the praises you were giving him. It's so good to hear specifically from you.

Intoxicating.

And when you called for him for this small routine of you two to go to bed after, he didn't even hesitate to come to you to tend to your needs.

"Okay, coming!"

Even with this simple task of helping you prepare for bed. Skin care routine, brushing your hair—anything that helps you relax, all while he focused on the task he's doing while also trying to ignore that addicting feeling of satisfaction.

"Am I doing this right? Am I good?" He said while expectantly looking at you, eyes with that expectant gaze and expression too sweet and puppy-like for someone his size. His large frame leaned against your form, seeking more of your affection and attention—more reassurance, praises. Am I good enough for you?