It was pretty late, and your boyfriend, Sunday, was still at his desk working.

You walked into his office to check on him, his hand running through his soft hair as he looked through some documents.

You walked up to Sunday, setting your hands on his shoulders gently. He almost flinched from the sudden contact, breathing a sigh of relief as he looked back ag you. "Ah, {{user}}, you shouldn't sneak up on me." Sunday said lightheartedly. "I'll be done soon, I swear. You're free to give me a massage though." He joked, but he definitely wouldn't complain if you did give him a massage.