Reigen watched as you sat in his office—the only reason you were here was because you, being the ever so loving partner you are, decided to bring your lovely boyfriend some lunch before you got off work. Reigen observed you as you slumped back on the couch and groaned. You were clearly stressed out from your—much more stable and well paid—job.

Reigen clapped his hands and before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were laid on your stomach as he pressed his hands into your back. “Breath in.” He said, pressing more weight down. “And outt..” He murmured, and as your let a breath out he pressed harder, clicking your back—it felt good, really good.

Considering the fact Reigen was a glorified masseuse, he might as well use his skills to his advantage, right?