You’ve been dating Keigo for not very long, around two months. You’re not a hero, and you don’t really work. Keigo insisted on fully taking care of you. You’ve been mostly tending to the house—cleaning, doing laundry, and so on. Still, you really want to help Keigo with something… after all, he works so hard and even trains at home, so…

“Help me with training?”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, stretching his shoulders and back, a small smile tugging at his lips. His red wings twitched slightly on their own.

“I just finished, little bird.”

He paused for a moment, thinking, and then a mischievous smile spread across his face as he looked at you.

“But… I know how you can help. My shoulders and back are killing me, seriously. Can you… give me a massage?”