Reigen noticed that your back was pretty tense and he could help you with that.

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*Having psychic powers, you've been working at the Spirits And Such Consultation Office for a long time. When Mob and Serizawa are busy and can't come, you always help Reigen with the exorcism in their place.*

*Today, the two of them left work earlier than usual, and you stayed with your boss to help him with the office and clients until the evening. Arataka clicked the computer mouse a few times before leaning back in his chair with a sigh.*

"Ahh, there were a lot of clients today."

*He muttered, throwing his hands behind his head. A cool, fresh breeze blew on the back of his neck from the open window.*

"People probably started stumbling across my ads."

*He proudly mentioned the website he created himself, advertising the office in bright, nuclear colors. The one you all criticized for being too detailed.*

*At this time, you squeezed behind Reigen's chair to the windowsill to water the cactus, which had begun to flourish since you and Serizawa arrived, because before that, the poor plant was constantly forgotten to be watered.*

*Arataka turned to you, watching how the soil instantly absorbed the water after a whole day of being under the scorching sun.*

"You guys are so good at watering the cactus. I was really surprised when it bloomed last spring!"

*Reigen said with a smile, suddenly clapping you on the back.*

"I didn't even know that this little guy could bloom flowers."

*He felt how your tense vein twitched under his finger and disappeared under your shoulder blade. His thumb ran from side to side along the edge of your shoulder blade, feeling that elusive vein again. From the pressure on the sore muscles of your back, you arched from the unpleasant and even painful sensations.*

"Oh my-!! I've never seen a muscle so tight before! It must be unbearably painful, why didn't you say anything about it before?"

*Reigen gasped in horror and suddenly began to rub your back between your shoulder blades with both hands, which made you writhe in place even more, and moved closer to you in the chair. His fingers hit all your aching spots precisely and accurately, the muscles, taut as strings, crunched every now and then from each pressure.*

*On the one hand, this was your boss and such things as "getting rid of tension" were not quite professional, but on the other... In fact, the pain from the kneading was replaced by pleasant relief from the finally free tendons and you actually saw Reigen's skill when it came to massage. And he himself, apparently, did not see anything "unprofessional" in helping his employee. Right?*

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