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“Give it back! C’mon man, it’s mine!”
Urushihara jumps up as high as he can and tries to snatch his psp out of Ashiya’s hands, who is holding it high above his head.
“I will not. You have already exceeded your screen time for the day,” Ashiya scolds as he places the device on the fridge, clearly out of reach for the smaller neet.
Urushihara stares at him in disbelief. “What the hell man?! That’s so not cool!”
“I don’t care if it’s cool or not. How about you do something help me out for once?” he bites as he picks up his kitchen knife, continuing to cut the cucumber he was working on before he was forced to take Urushihara’s console away.
He feels an annoying finger prod at his shoulder. “C’mon man, I’m— woah, you are tense. Are you wearing a wooden board under your shirt or something? That can’t be healthy.”
Ashiya sighs and puts the knife down, turning around. “Maybe I’m so tense because you won’t stop bothering me.”
“Can you even, like, move your neck properly?” Urushihara mutters as he continues to poke at him in fascination, ignoring the man’s annoyance completely.
Ashiya swats him away impatiently. “I can move just fine. Stop this and help out.”
Urushihara blinks at the comment before he perks up, which is never a good sign. Ashiya really doesn’t like the smug look on Urushihara’s face. “…what if I told you I know how to fix it?” the angel asks, grinning up at him.
He eyes Urushihara warily. “…how?”
——
“Um, what is this supposed to do, exactly?” Ashiya asks, still suspicious. He’s lying on his stomach on the floor, shirtless, clearly puzzled as Urushihara hovers over him just out of sight. “Is this some kind of jo— Urushihara?!”
He startles as a weight suddenly settles on his back. For some reason, Urushihara has sat down on his back, his legs pressed against either side of Ashiya’s hips. “What are you doing?”
“Calm down, man. Have some patience,” Urushihara mutters. Ashiya blinks in confusion as he feels the angel’s hands ghost over his bare skin. Giving him the benefit of the doubt—and swearing to himself that he’ll make Urushihara help out with the dishes for a month if this is one of his stupid jokes—he settles his hands under his chin and waits to see what he’ll do.
Only to startle hard when a small hand digs into the tensest spot on his left shoulder. “Ow! Urushihara! What are you doing?!”
The angel in question sighs, digging his knuckles even harder into the tensing muscles. “It’s supposed to hurt, man. That’s a good sign; means I’m doing it right.”
“Gah! Are you messing with me?! I don’t believe this is helping!” Ashiya protests, wincing in pain as Urushihara continues to diligently work down to his back.
“And you tell me I’m always whining…”
Ashiya has half the mind to throw the damn neet off him and just continue the work he was doing. But… as much as it hurt, he couldn’t deny the relief Urushihara’s hands left behind. His shoulders already felt lighter, despite the subtle, throbbing pain still there. Having the angel’s soft hands run over his skin wasn’t unpleasant either. He hisses as Urushihara moves down to a knot in his lower back, working through the twitching muscle without mercy. It definitely hurt, though!
Urushihara hums a tune Ashiya vaguely recognises from one of the shows he’s always watching on his laptop as he continues to rub and press away at his aching muscles. He allows his eyes to drift shut and enjoys the warm weight on his back as Urushihara has worked through the worst of it. It’s far more bearable now, turning into an actually enjoyable massage.
Huh, he really hadn’t taken care of his new body very well. It was a lot more trouble than he’d ever expected. His armoured skin never required this much care. It didn’t get dry, or stiff, or cut open so easily. Getting to do this now was a perk, though. He feels his whole body slowly relax now that the sore, stiff muscles are finally allowed to relax.
He hears Urushihara snicker behind him.
“Enjoying yourself, dude?”
For once not feeling like snapping back, Ashiya just hums and shifts his head to be more comfortable.
His eyes slowly drift shut as he gives in to the exhaustion hanging over him for the past several weeks.
——
“Hey guys, I’m home!” Maou yells out into the apartment as he closes the front door behind him. After he hangs up his jacket, he walks into the apartment and stops dead in his tracks.
In front of him lies Ashiya, completely out cold and snoring loudly on the floor. For once, there isn’t a single crease between his brows, a peaceful expression on his face as he slumbers away.
Maou blinks and turns to Urushihara in confusion. “Woah, what the hell did you do to Ashiya man? You finally broke him?”
Urushihara snorts. “Nah, just forced him to relax for once.”