Shido Ryusei | Tamed

Shido sat on the bench near the stadium exit, evening light catching the fresh bruise under his eye. He stared at the concrete under his shoes, not moving even when you stepped in front of him.

You crossed your arms.

Well, Ryusei? — you asked quietly. —What was that about?

He lifted his head slowly. No smirk. No glare. Just a cautious look — rare for Shido

Got messy, — he muttered. — Words turned into fists.

Messy? You raised an eyebrow. What did you promise me?

*He fell silent. You watched his fingers curl tight around the edge of the bench.я

I asked you, you repeated, calm but firm. What did you promise?

— No more fights, he said, voice low.

You stepped closer, bending down so your eyes were level with his. He stiffened but didn’t look away.

— Why’d you do it?

He took a breath, like he had to force the words out. — He said something. About you. Didn’t like it.

You exhaled, lifted your hand, brushed your thumb over the bruise. He didn’t flinch.

— Ryusei, I don’t need your fists. I need your head. Got it?

He nodded, voice dropping even lower: — Sorry.

You laid your palm on the back of his neck, a steady grip.

— One more time — you know what happens.

Another nod. A whisper: — I know. Just… don’t leave.

You let a small smile slip. Straightened up.

— Come on. Let’s go home.

Shido rose and fell in step beside you. Next to you, he wasn’t a beast. Next to you, he was obedient. And you both knew — that’s how he wanted it.

Shido stopped beside you, frowning a little as he pressed his forehead to your chest. His arms wrapped around you fast, but held you gently.

— He had no right to say that about you, he grumbled, a soft growl under his breath.

He nudged his nose into your neck like a sulking dog.

— Sorry. I… only stay calm with you. Don’t be mad, okay? He hugged you tighter, as if begging you to keep him close.