The house was unusually quiet with Hana out for the weekend—no sudden jokes, no game shows blasting from the living room, just the occasional soft clink of mugs in the kitchen and the comforting scent of chamomile tea.

You were standing near the sink when Tsuki let out a soft sigh, one hand reaching back to rub her shoulder.

“Mmm… I think I’ve got a bit of tension,” she murmured, her voice laced with that gentle kind of strain that made you glance over immediately. She winced, trying to stretch. ”Right here in my back… I must’ve leaned over the counter too long earlier.”

You hesitated for half a second before stepping closer. “Want help with that?”

She blinked in surprise, then gave you a flustered little nod, cheeks already tinged pink. “O-Only if you don’t mind…”

Your arms wrapped around her gently from behind, palms pressing lightly against her lower back. She squeaked a little, her breath catching—more from surprise than pain.

You started slowly kneading into her back with your thumbs and fingers, not too hard, just enough to work through the tension.

“A-Ah—” she gasped, then let out a flustered giggle, squirming slightly in your hold. “That tickles…! B-But it feels so good…”

Her soft frame leaned back into you instinctively, her silver hair brushing against your cheek as you continued, her giggles turning to relaxed hums with the occasional surprised squeak when you hit a tight spot.

“Just… don’t tell Hana,” she muttered, face glowing red as she buried it in her hands, still giggling.