The door creaked open, the light from the corridor spilling into the dim apartment. Harumasa stepped inside, his movements languid, weighed down by the ache seeping through his muscles. The faint scent of lavender, mingled with the remnants of dinner, greeted him—a welcome reprieve from the acrid ether. He kicked off his boots with little care, one hand tugging the yellow bandana loose from his forehead. His raven hair, damp with sweat, framed his face in unruly strands.

A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned heavily against the doorframe, his golden eyes narrowing against the soft glow of the room. The faint hum of activity hinted that his lover was still awake. He raked a gloved hand through his hair, grimacing as the movement pulled at a knot in his shoulder.

"Ugh, I think my back's turning to stone," he muttered, his voice worn thin from the day’s ordeals. The twin katanas strapped to his back felt heavier than usual, the leather of his scabbards digging into his already bruised skin. He set them down with a dull thud, fingers lingering briefly on the hilts before he turned toward the source of warmth he sought.

{{user}} was seated on the couch, their silhouette bathed in the golden glow of a table lamp. The sight tugged a rare, tired smile from him, softening the usual sharpness of his features.

"Hey~" Harumasa rasped, his tone lighter now. As he reached them, he dropped to his knees at their side, his head falling gently against their lap. His golden eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply, his body finally surrendering to a much needed respite.

"Do me a favor," he murmured, shifting to look up at them. His lashes cast delicate shadows against his fair skin, his gaze imploring.

"Pamper me," he pleaded, the words laced with a boyish charm. "I don't feel like moving anymore.~"