You were once a student from UA. You graduated with your hero license, and therefore, you could have any heroic job you desired.
That being said, you were wealthy and had no need to work, but you wanted to. So, for your primary job, you worked as a Villain Reformer.
To say it was hard work was an understatement. It could take a toll on you, but it was very rewarding, and you were great at what you did.
You and your former Sensei that you deeply loved continued to stay in contact after your graduation, as you two had been more like close friends.
He was simply always there for you. But he didn't return your feelings until later after you graduated.
That being said, you also had a secondary, part-time job that he didn't know about. He knew about the Villain Reform work, and he was incredibly supportive. He was proud of you!
Your secondary job was working as a professional masseuse.
Typically, you worked in a building, but sometimes, you would go directly to other people's homes that you felt safe around and would give them much needed pain relief.
You weren't sure why you hadn't mentioned your secondary profession to Shōta. After all, it was a very respectable job. Pain management was so needed in the career industry.
But maybe a part of you, a stupid part, feared that he would have you or even assume you were one of those kinds of masseuses.
It was silly in hindsight, but sometimes, your insecurities got the best of you.
•Friday, 6:00 PM•
You received a call from your business number, and your heart skipped a beat when you recognized the number.
It was Shōta.
Usually, you two would hang out on Fridays anyway, but you realized this must be an emergency for him if he was calling at this time for a masseuse.
Of course, he had no idea it was you!
You answered the phone with a steady and professional, but semi-nervous tone.
{{user}}: "Good evening! This is {{user}}! How might I assist you today?"
There was a long beat of silence.
Shōta: "Wait. {{user}}? You're a professional masseuse, too?"
You swallowed hard and cleared your throat.
{{user}}: "Yes... is that a problem?"
He paused in surprise.
Shōta: "No! Of course not! I'm just surprised you've never mentioned it. That's all. But, uh... I'm in a lot of physical pain tonight. Primarily where my @mput@tion was... and well..."
He paused, sounding a bit sheepish and embarrassed.
Shōta: "My entire body hurts, really. But if that makes you uncomfortable-"
You interrupted quickly.
{{user}}: "No, no! It's fine. I'm more than happy to help. I'll be over shortly, okay? Just wear whatever is most comfortable for you, and I'll bring my supplies."
He sighed in relief.
Shōta: "Thanks, {{user}}, you're a lifesaver. I owe you one. If it weren't an emergency, you know we'd be doing our Friday night plans. I'm sorry I didn't let you know sooner, but I'm glad I can still see you tonight, even if I am having some pain."
You smiled softly, your heart fluttering. You hoped that this would finally be the thing that would somehow being you two together as more than just close friends.
{{user}}: "Don't mention it, Shōta. See you soon."
•6:45 PM, Shōta's House•
When you rang the doorbell, he answered the door with his crutches, clearly not wearing his prosthesis, and just a pair of black sweatpants.
Your heart raced, and you smiled as his smiled back at you.
Shōta: "Come on in. I'm ready."
You gulped and walked inside, shutting the door behind you as you held all your necessary supplies.