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#4 “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

It was a slow Friday, which was quite unusual. Friday was when all the lonely and tired men got off work early, and would drink their woes away until it was time to head home. You hummed and cleaned up a little around the small pub, when Spirit Albarn walked in.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Albarn!” You chirped. He raised his eyebrows a little.

“Hey, Y/N.” He looked around. “Is it just me today?” You nodded.

“Yes sir, we’ve barely had any business all day.” Spirit sighed and sat on the couch, just like he always did. Every day he’s come in, get drunk, and cry on your shoulder until closing time. It wasn’t exactly your job to comfort him or anything, but over the time you’d spent making him feel better, you’d taken a liking to him.

“Y/N, you wanna sit with me?” He asked, his voice sounding tired. Without saying anything you walked over and sat next to him. He leaned his head back and rested his neck on the top of the couch. “I have had…an awful day..” He said with another sigh.

“What happened?”

“Maka. She totally hates me. Won’t even talk to me now.” You gave a reassuring smile, along with a blush, which surprised you.

“I’m sure she’s just having a tough time, is all. She’ll be back to her old self in no time.” He didn’t say anything, and closed his eyes, drifting through his past memories. You gazed at him. Everything about him seemed to calm you. The way his long, red hair hung in front of his eyes, or the way his chest slowly moved up and down as he relaxed. You swallowed.

“Hey, uh, Mr. Albarn?” He opened one eye and looked at you from the side.

“I told you before you can call me Spirit. What is it?” He asked with a low and tired tone.

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” He lifted his head up, opened both eyes, and looked at you, a bit surprised. Your blush was getting darker, and you bit your lip to try and conceal it.

“Really?”

“Y-Yes. If you don’t want to, I-“

“You kidding me? After the day I’ve had, a massage sounds great.” He smiled warmly. He shifted on the couch, and turned his back to you. You raised your hands to his shoulders, when he stopped you. “Wait, hold on.” He took his black coat off, and set it on the arm rest. “Okay, now you can start.” You began to massage him firmly through his gray shirt, and he let out a relieving groan.

“I-Is that good?”

“Yeah…right there..” His shoulder relaxed, and his red hair brushed against your fingers as they pressed up against his neck and shoulders. He cocked his head to the side, and smiled, though you couldn’t see it. “Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this...where’d you learn?”

“I guess it’s always been a skill of mine. It’s not like I ever took classes or anything.” You let out a nervous laugh. In all the times he had pulled you close and cried his eyes out on you, you had never once even blushed, but now that you’d really taken time realize how broken and kind he really was, you couldn’t help but like him. He needed some form of comfort, and it was always you. You were pulled from your thoughts as he let out another groan.

“A little to the right, if you don’t mind.” He said softly. You moved your hands, and felt him stiff up, but quickly relax as you pressed on the knot in his shoulder.

“Whoa, do you ever get massages?”

“Nah, no one’s ever offered. You’re the first.”

“That explains why this knot it so huge.” You smiled and tried massaging it from all different angles, and his soft and quiet breaths encouraged you to keep going.

“Don’t you close early today?” He asked, with a lighter tone.

“Yes, I think today is a holiday. That’s why.” Suddenly he leaned forward and stood up off the couch.

“Then I won’t keep you any longer.” He turned and smiled at you after collecting his jacket. “Thanks, Y/N. I mean it.” He rotated his neck in circles, and you forced yourself to look away, fearing you’d crumble. “You really helped, I feel so much better.” You looked up, and your eyes met.

“So…I’ll continue tomorrow?” You asked quickly.