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A more in-depth headcanon about applying the kinesiology tape!

He starts by shaving your arms: Your hands ache and doing one more strenuous task with them should be avoided. He moves the razor in slow, sweeping glides, sure to catch every last hair so you won’t be irritated by the adhesive when removing the tape later.

You know it would be opportune for him should he ‘accidentally’ knick you with the blade, it happens when you shave yourself all the time, but he would never: you are in enough pain as is and he’d hated to see you in any more, especially at his own hand. You trust him. He trusts you to trust him.

When you’re smooth as silk, he holds your arm tenderly in his hands, placing kisses from your elbow up to your wrist, all the way to your fingertips; admiring the part of you that you disdain the very most. Watching him eases the pain, just a little.

Then he cuts the tape with a knife he keeps sterile just for this. You watch as he’s meticulous about the length of each strip, and the curves on each end. He lines them up with your arms and makes adjustments, and you can’t help but think he looks so very adorable when he’s so concentrated like this.

When you laugh, he pouts, and asks, “What?”

You couldn’t help it. You were so happy, it just came out. And then he smiles, because he realizes that was the first time you’d seemed in higher spirits since your latest flare up began.

It’s time for him to remove the backing and adhere the strips to your skin. The patterns he makes with the tape are like art on your skin, and you can only sigh in relief once it’s all over and done with. Your muscles already feel worlds better, there's a weight off you now, and it’s all thanks to him.