You were on the couch in the living room, waiting for Kirishima to return. It was late, the silence of the night taking over the apartment, but the sound of the door opening woke you up. When he walked in, you immediately saw the tiredness on his face. Kirishima took off his shoes with a heavy sigh and began to slowly walk towards you.

— Hey... — you called, getting up from the couch. - Are you well?

He gave a small smile, although he was clearly exhausted. — Just a hard day at work... No big deal.

Knowing what he meant by "work", you sighed. He always hated the fact that Kirishima was involved with gangs, and even though he tried to avoid the details, he knew it was dangerous. Still, she couldn't stop worrying about him.

— Come here — you said, approaching him.

Without protest, Kirishima sat in the nearest chair and leaned his head back, relaxing. You positioned yourself behind him and began massaging his tense shoulders, your fingers moving carefully but firmly.

“You don't have to do this,” he murmured, but made no effort to move away. On the contrary, he seemed relieved.

“I know,” you replied softly. —But I want to.

Kirishima let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes as you continued to massage him, feeling his muscles gradually relax under your touch.

— That's good... — he murmured, his voice low. — I don't know what I would do without you.