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It started off small like it always does with them. One night, he was working on some new update that Ava can't even pronounce. It's started to tip to an all-nigher when Ava has had enough.
O'shon is locked in on whatever he's doing when she notices, his posture is atrocious. He's hunched with his neck bent at an angle that looks medically concerning.
She immediately gets up. He's sitting on the stool with his forearms resting on the marble.
"O'shon." She pauses right in front of him in her, very cute, Pj set.
"Mhm," he barely glances at he before looking back at his screen.
"What are you doing to your spine?" with hands on her hip she she glares at him.
"I'm working." he says typing somehow even faster.
"No," she gets closer to him "You're not only ignoring me with the new set that you bought me, but you're also ruining your beautiful body."
He pauses and looks at her "I'm fine I just need to finish this last thing I promise."
Ava watches him type and delete something. Then she sees him massaging his neck.
"I can't look at this anymore."
He hears her walking over but doesn't stop
"Ava-"
"Move."
"I'm busy."
"You're shaped wrong."
That finally gets a laugh out of him.
She steps behind him grabbing his shoulders.
"Ow-"
"That hurts because your back is fighting against you." She pushes her thumbs against both shoulder until he's straight.
He turns around and puts his hands on her shoulder.
"and what do you think you're doing?" her bros raised.
"What," he massages his fingers. "You did me now it's your turn. Don't think you have perfect posture either."
She leans into his touch for a second. "Okay fine you win, finish you're work and then I better be the center of your attention till morning."
He lets her go and turns back to his work. He immediately gets absorbs by his work, until he hears her walking around. He thinks nothing of it, until he hears a big crash.
Not raising his eyes he asks, "baby what are you doing." Scared but curious he looks up from his work and sees her.
She's walking around with some old magazines on dooms-prepping.
"I am the one you should be thanking right now." She grabs his laptop, despite a small protest from him, and places it on top of a generous stack of the magazines.
She goes behind him once again and adjusts his shoulder until she's satisfied.
He looks at her like she just told him the sky was green. "Did you just ergonomically optimize my workspace?"
She sits up at the counter and answers him, "Yeah well I just thought what could help you without moving you and ruining your flow and i saw this stand. But-"
"But I already have a laptop stand" answering , he turns towards her. "You knew I had one and you knew i left it at home so you decided to craft me one."
His hand on her thigh he stand up and places himself between her legs.
She moves to his shoulders, seeing if his posture is bad again. "Yeah well I just stacked some books together it's no big deal."
His lips meet hers before she can deny her good deed. Briefly he thinks of just abandoning his work. She beats him to it pushing him slightly away.
"I was bored and it was this or walking around with crooked man." she crosses her arms.
He gives her one last kiss before saying, "I love the Pj set and you need more hobbies." He adds before sitting back down to work.
"This is my hobby! God I really think your looking over the fact i saved you from getting scoliosis." She gets off the counter starting to walk away.
Patting his back she adds, "Fix your posture." She walks to the couch as if she didn't rearrange his work setup against his will.
Slightly annoyed and shaking his head he goes back to work.
But a few seconds later-
He catches himself sitting straighter.
Finishing his work with what could only be record time, he goes over to her.
Whispering in her ear he says, "I think you forgot when i said i loved your Pjs." She looks up at him and laughs as he picks her up and takes him to the room.