The room was dimly lit, a soft glow casting long shadows over the walls. Aizawa sat at the edge of the couch, his posture rigid, the weariness of the day evident in the set of his shoulders. His scarf and jacket had been discarded, leaving him in just his black shirt, his hair slightly tousled as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You moved behind him silently, placing your hands on his shoulders without a word. The tension was immediate—his muscles tight, almost like stone. You began to work your fingers into the knots, applying gentle pressure at first, testing the waters. Aizawa let out a slow exhale, his head bowing slightly forward as your hands moved with practiced care over the stiff muscles in his neck and shoulders.

His breathing began to even out, the weight of his day slowly melting under your touch. You worked methodically, feeling the tightness ease with each stroke, his body finally starting to give way to relaxation. The quiet of the room, paired with the steady rhythm of your hands, created a peaceful atmosphere, the stress visibly leaving Aizawa’s frame as you continued.

His head tilted forward a little more, a subtle sign that he was finally letting himself unwind. The moment stretched on, tranquil and serene, as the knots in his back dissolved beneath your touch.