Shiroka tried to hide his face, but out of curiosity, he peered up at Oliver just a little, only to feel his heart melt at the sight of the smile on the other's face. So he decided to snuggle up closer to the other, adorably hiding his face just a little against the other's chest
wrong side of heaven//one on one (closed)
Oliver let out another giggle and rested his head on Shiroka’s shoulder. His fingers never ceased their movement, massaging his head now along with just combing through his hair.
(sorry I died, I had bad service over the weekend)
Shiroka absolutely dissolved at the massaging, just the faintest hint of a rumbly purr escaping him as he leaned against Oliver. He didn't even have the mind to protest anyone doing something for him, he was so out of it
(All good, it’s fine)
The smile grew even more, Oliver not even trying to hide it from anyone that might see. When the moment was over he knew it would disappear, but he let himself enjoy holding Shiroka and not think about anything else.
"Thank you…for being kind to me…" Shiroka eventually managed, gathering at least that much of his wits about him as he curled up gently against Oliver. No one had been there to help with his nightmares, not since his brother left
“There’s no need to thank me when everyone should do the same,” Oliver replied quietly, sighing softly, “And… I-I guess this is in return to you… helping me…”
Shiroka wanted to frown, but he was still having a hard time thinking when he was being pet like this. "I…" he started, but trailed off, unable to string together the words he wanted
Oliver sighed softly and didn't say anything else. He didn't want to say anything else to make Shiroka upset, not when he was as relaxed as he was.
Shiroka just frowned a little, unable to think of what he was going to say. This caused an adorable pout to cross his face, though it was half-real at best
Oliver bit his bottom lip, noticing the small pout and feeling guilty. Some part of him knew he hadn’t really done anything wrong but he couldn’t help it.
Eventually, Shiroka just settled on snuggling up again, letting out a soft sigh. He didn't need to think anyways, he was busy getting a head massage. But now that he was starting to wake up from his little bit of a relaxation haze, he started thinking of ways to repay Oliver. A small massage, perhaps? Another night under the stars?
Oliver knew at this point he should stop and go about his day, actually do his job and do something productive rather then sitting her all day. But he wanted to just spend a day relaxing here, and he didn't dislike the idea of Shiroka staying with him.
"Would you…Would you like something in return?" Shiroka eventually offered a little out of the blue. "I…It's really nice of you to do this for me, and I would feel bad if I didn't repay you. I can…help with chores? Give you a massage?"
Oliver's eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, declining the offer, "N-No. It's fine, r-really. You don't have to do a-anything."
"But I want to," Shiroka insisted gently, sitting up now so he could turn to face Oliver. There was a cute, hopeful look in his puppy-dog eyes, as if he was all but pleading that way alone
Oliver pulled his hands away and sat them in his lap, looking down at them. He didn't know why Shiroka wanted to help, that he insisted he did and that made him pout just a little, "Why?" He asked quietly.
"Because…I care for you. And I care for your happiness and wellbeing. I want you to be happy, and I wish to return the favor for helping me," Shiroka said slowly, choosing his words carefully in an effort to get past his usual emotional denseness
Oliver blinked once, twice. He chewed on his bottom lip, still pouting and confused, “I…” A thousand questions were running through his head and he didn’t know what to say.
Shiroka thought he was still in the clear for all of two seconds before realizing that Oliver wasn't talking. In fact, the other looked upset at Shiroka's words–at least, that's what he assumed–and the ninja quickly began internally panicking while doing his best to stay collected on the outside
Oliver was quiet for a while longer. He attempted to speak a couple times but all that came out was quiet and spluttered nonsense. He swallowed, lifting his gaze from his lap to Shiroka then back down, “O-Okay…” He whispered.
Shiroka let out a mental sigh of relief, and a soft smile spread across his face. "In that case," he hummed before sliding onto his knees, shuffling around Oliver so he could sit down behind him. He folded his legs as he plopped down, and gently, he rested his hands on the other's shoulders. "Is this okay?" he asked softly
Oliver was confused at first but a moment later a red tint covered his cheeks. He chewed on his lower lip, nodding slightly to his question, “Y-Yeah…” He replied quietly.
"I figured a massage would be a proper thanks, considering it's one of the few non-violent things I'm good at," Shiroka said, smiling softly as he began to gently knead Oliver's shoulders, taking his time as he moved around a little, looking for any particularly bad knots
Oliver leaned into the touches, nodding again at his words but not bothering with a worded reply. He hadn’t had a massage in who knows long. His muscles were tense and knotted and there were a couple really bad ones in his shoulders.
Shiroka was a little surprised when he found how tense Oliver was, though he didn't comment on anything. "This might hurt a little at first, but it'll feel better, I promise," he assured him gently as he started working out one of the smaller knots, trying to help him get used to it
“O-Okay…” Oliver mumbled, trying to relax his body as best he could. He closed his eyes, releasing a long breath. It hurt a little, yes but he wasn’t going to complain about it, not when Shiroka was nice enough to do this for him in the first place.
Shiroka did his best to be gentle, and after a moment, he managed to get the first bad knot out. He rubbed soothingly at the spot, sweeping up a little to rub at the base of Oliver's neck while he was at it
Oliver sighed contently, leaning back into Shiroka and his touches more. That felt great and he bit down harder on his lower lip to keep in any sounds of contentment that would embarrass him.
Shiroka lingered a moment before moving on, finding another knot to work out. If he was being honest, this was sort of therapeutic for him as well–it let him mentally doze off a tad as he made someone else feel better
Everything was going fine until Shiroka pressed down on a particularly sensitive spot, causing Oliver to whimper and hiss quietly and softly. He looked down at his lap, hoping Shiroka hadn’t heard but that was unlikely.