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The night had started off well, Shōta returning from patrol and Hizashi running him a bath, hopping in and gently washing his hair for him. Hizashi had even managed to get his husband to eat more than half a meal, which was surprisingly good for him, nowadays. Shōta tried to deny that his work was getting to him, that he needed to decompress, but the way he had been snippy had given it away.
That's why, when Hizashi presented him with his collar, Shōta grumbled a bit but didn't protest. He knew that Hizashi knew best, when it came to matters such as those.
Hizashi placed a kiss on the crown of Shōta's head, watching the blissed out expression on his husband's face as he gently massaged his thigh, pressing deep on the knotted muscle near the end of his stump. Shōta let out a little hiss as he pressed his thumb into one of the more tense knots, before his face melted.
"Doing good there, Shō?" Hizashi asked the black haired man.
"Mm good," he was breathy, out of it. "Feels good, Zashi."
Hizashi smirked, continuing his kneading, until the knot was worked out of the muscle, giving his thigh a gentle kiss. Shōta had been working hard lately, and largely neglecting his self-care needs, including his nightly massages that Hizashi was more than happy to give him. He liked to touch his husband, to take care of him, and it was a great way to make Shōta less self-conscious about his amputation.
"Alright sweetheart," Hizashi said, sitting up. Shōta looked at him, unfocused. "I'm going to move on to the next one, okay?"
Shōta just made a small noise of agreement, eye slipping shut. Hizashi loved when he felt comfortable like this, enough to slip into his headspace, to truly relax. He gave a small smirk as he reached up, flicking the bell on Shōta's collar. It was a simple black elastic band, with a gold bell. When Shōta didn't respond—didn't give a faux annoyed look— he knew that he was well and truly down.
Moving to the other leg, he started with his foot, rougher than he would be with his leg. His foot was usually sore after patrol, cramped up in his boot. The little sigh that Shōta gave made him smile. Next, he moved up his husband's calf, kneading and rubbing the skin, making sure to avoid the bruises on his legs. While Shōta enjoyed pain (and Hizashi enjoyed giving it), that wasn't the purpose of tonight. Tonight was about Shōta, about his relaxation, about feeling good. Hizashi soaked up the little noises that Shōta made, the small breathy sounds and little ahs as he worked over a particularly sore spot.
His thigh was less tense, no bruises, so Hizashi spent his time gently drawing patterns into his husband's leg. Little hearts, circles, triangles, anything that he could get his hands on was gently rubbed. Clearly, Shōta was very happy with the treatment, with how he was purring. Hizashi didn't get to hear his husband purr that often, the other man doing his best to hide his secondary mutations.
For a moment, Hizashi worried when he heard the purring stop, until he looked up. Shōta's mouth was slightly open, sharp canines peeking out from his upper lip, fast asleep. "Night Shō," Hizashi said to the sleeping form of his husband, giving his cheek a kiss after he turned off the light and crawled in bed. "Love you."