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A massage
Strong but gentle hands are what Iruka is known for. Not what Iruka had wanted, but he was of use and that was what mattered. At least, that is what he told himself upon being informed of why he had been brought up to the penthouse. Apparently, Boss needed a massage.
Was the crime lord is testing him, some sort of pervert, or just playing a practical joke? Iruka wasn't entirely sure. It could have been all three, he had heard a lot of rumors. Whatever the reason, Iruka's massages were nowhere near good enough for someone who could have a licensed masseuse at his home within an hour whenever he wanted. Left without much choice though, Iruka resolved to do his best to behave and hope it worked out for him.
The Family did not serve to fill the hole that came from a lack of relatives of his own, but they paid for his college education and gave him a place to say he belonged. The risks were big. He was on an unstable, illegal career path with highly volatile people, but at eighteen, he still felt invincible.
"Is Akihito-san busy?" He tried to phrase it as casually as possible. No ulterior motives here. The last thing he wanted was to upset Boss, but curiosity got the better of him. The room remained entirely, uncomfortably silent for nearly thirty seconds before Iruka took the lack of answer as an act of mercy and dutifully worked his fingers into the knots in Asami’s back.