t / tyl!sasagawa ryohei
"Ryohei! Aren't you tired yet? You've been at that punching bag for three hours straight." You frowned when he didn't answer. "Ryohei. Ryohei!"
"I'm fine," he grunted, taking another swing. "Go back to bed."
You furrowed your brows, walking into the training room. It was a rather large, solitary place, filled with workout equipment and even a personal boxing ring. Ryohei's prized boxing gloves rested on a nearby folding chair. "Come with me, then."
"I'm not finished yet."
"Wh- Ryohei! At least tape some bandages around your knuckles before you go swinging at the bag like that! You'll break something!"
You watched as Ryohei suddenly cried out during one especially strong punch. He cradled his hand close before crumpling to his knees. You rushed over, kneeling down beside him.
"Damn it, Ryohei!" You inhaled deeply, placing your hands against his broad, muscular shoulders. "...You always come down here when you're nervous, you know that? I know not being around Tsuna is making you anxious, but you've got to stop doing this to yourself. I'm sure he'll be fine, wherever he is. Your son is always asking why his father wakes up with broken knuckles when he's away from work." You placed your head in the crook of Ryohei's neck. He was slick with sweat, but you could care less. You were so worried.
"I'm sorry, (Name)," he mumbled, embracing you in his strong arms.
You weren't so much worried as you were scared. Scared for his wellbeing.
He'd been left alone by Kurokawa. You were now his world.
You understood that he was frightened to lose Tsuna, too.
"We're not going anywhere, Ryohei. I promise."