There was a loud crack as you were massaging Ango’s upper body. You stared at him as the tips of his ears went red.

“… Sorry, I didn’t realise that I was so stiff.”

Ango’s posture slightly straightened (in embarrassment, you had a feeling it was), and he fixed the position of his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Usually, Ango was working and never allowed you to interfere, but it seems that he always melts like ice whenever you massage him with your hands.