cw: Oliver Aiku
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You've always tailed Oliver since you were both young. Impressed by his grit, you helped managed his team and chased after him when he went pro like a good pet to its master.
But you're the good kid. The better half. You clean up after his bullshit and have enough time to chastise him on his daily routine. On paper you're his assistant. Other than that, he's not sure anymore.
You believe in him. In his strength. On his skill. In his heart. No matter how many people walk out of his apartment crying. No matter how incapable he is of believing in himself some days. You believe in him because he's your best friend.
In turn, he trusts you with everything. To set things right for him and to always be there for him, lurking in his shadow. Poised and ready to bite. He just needs to say the word.
And you discipline him when it matters. You put him in his place. You tut and he heels. You say jump and he asks you how high.
He lets you. He lets you. He lets you. And he takes the scraps he can get of you. Glimpses of your life outside of his bubble, like the laughter you rarely share with him and bruises you don't show. He wants to please you so badly it ruins him. It tears him apart. From skin to sinew to marrow.
He wants to nip at you, to lick and pick at your bones. He's good enough, isn't he? He's been a good boy, right?
Sure, they called you Aiku's dog.
But really, who's holding the leash?
