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"Maki-chan, you have really nice hair."
Makishima tilts his head back slightly to look at Toudou. The headband wearing boy smiles, content as he rubs Makishima's hair between his fingers.
"It's really soft," he comments as he gently curls his fingers into a wave of green.
Makishima turns back to his cycling magazine. "Not really," he goes. Makishima's felt his hair plenty of times before, especially after a shower when he has to check for any split ends and knots. His hair doesn't feel all that soft to him. It was just normal, plain hair.
"It is," Toudou insists, gently uncurling his fingers from Makishima's hair. "Soft and smooth."
Makishima feels Toudou gently tugging on his hair and he obligingly turns around again to see what the other wants.
Toudou smiles at him, as gentle as his hands had been earlier when they were in Makishima's hair. "It's beautiful," he says and punctuates his words with a kiss to the lock of hair he holds in his hand.
Makishima can feel a blush come on and quickly turns back around to prevent Toudou from seeing his flustered expression.
"Like I said, it's just normal hair!"
Toudou loudly laughs. He leans forward to press his chest against Makishima's back as he wraps his arms around Makishima's waist. "It's not normal at all. Nothing about you is normal, Maki-chan."
He feels Toudou press his cheek against his temples and Makishima feels himself growing increasingly warmer. "Maki-chan's hair is beautiful, but so is all of Maki-chan. From the tips of your toes to the ends of your blunt fingernails. And from the ends of your pointy eyelashes to the knobs in your spine."
Makishima grumbles. "What part of that description was beautiful?"
Toudou laughs again, loud and boisterous. "Everything, because I just described Maki-chan."
"Ha? You're not making any sense!"
"It makes sense to me," is Toudou's answer.
Makishima sighs but doesn't bother to say anything else.
Toudou changes his position so he's properly sitting behind Makishima now, his legs on either side of Makishima, with his arms remaining in their position around Makishima's waist and his head now resting against Makishima's shoulder blade.
"You know Maki-chan," he begins again once he's gotten comfortable. "Even if I have all the admirers in the world, I wouldn't mind giving them up for you. Because I'm Maki-chan's most devoted admirer."
"You're my only admirer," is Makishima's remark to which Toudou responds with another laugh. "And I don't need an admirer. I just need you."
Toudou grins, elation and happiness and every other positive emotion he can think of bubbling up inside of him, and squeezes Makishima. "I knew you loved me, Maki-chan!"
"You idiot, who said anything about love?!"