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Hifumi could have fallen asleep. He typically prided himself on his ability to remain unfazed by gentle touches, but Doppo’s gentle touch continued to be an inevitable exception to his indifference. Honestly, Doppo had no business being so good at washing hair in the first place. His fingernails weren’t too long, nor too short; he was always so careful when he washed hair bleach away from Hifumi’s roots. Never did his scalp burn when Doppo helped, and never did he accidentally rip out a handful of strands trying to scrub out the remaining bleach. It was kind of nice to be taken care of, embarrassing as it was.
“Still with me?” Doppo coaxed his head out from under the water, tucking his wet hair behind his ear.
“Mhmm,” Was all Hifumi could manage in his relaxed state, and it was enough to get Doppo to laugh.
“Almost done.” Then Hifumi’s head was back under the running water.
The water occasionally made it to Hifumi’s neck, but was wiped up by the towel protecting his shirt collar before it could make a mess. By the time Doppo was letting up on his scrubbing, which doubles as a scalp massage if you think hard enough about it, Hifumi couldn’t open his eyes even if he wanted to. It wasn’t his fault. Doppo dried Hifumi’s hair, twisting the towel around it when it stopped dripping. When Hifumi lifted his head (it took all of his energy), Doppo’s sleeve caught the drops of water that made it onto his forehead.
“I hope I got all of your roots..” Doppo trailed off, leaning heavily on the edge of the counter with a sigh.
“Don’t you always?” Hifumi perched on the counter beside him, resting a hand atop Doppo’s head, “I’m sure I look better than I ever have before. It’s dangerous, letting you do my hair, you know.”
Thoughtlessly, Doppo shifted to lean on Hifumi, crown landing between the halves of his ribcage. Oh, how Hifumi prayed his spiked heart rate wasn’t as noticeable as he thought it was. Instead of worrying about it, he threaded Doppo’s hair between his fingers, combing through it idly. His thumb sporadically swooped down to smooth over Doppo’s brow for no particular reason. It served to distract them both from Hifumi’s racing pulse.
“You’re so nice to me.” Doppo tipped his head back to smile at Hifumi; it was a small smile, barely dragging his lips out of their perpetual frown, but it still made Hifumi grin fondly down at him.
“Only because you deserve it.” He pinched Doppo’s nose, snickering at the look of betrayal that replaced Doppo’s smile.
Once Doppo’s nose was free from its torment, his face was quite literally buried in Hifumi’s stomach. It was, obviously, only because he didn’t want his face pinched at anymore, Hifumi was sure of it. Regardless, he face got a few degrees warmer, and he had the urge to bury his head in the ground like an ostrich. What a pain.