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There was a trove of hair accessories laid out before Jakurai. Most still in their plastic packages, wrinkled and shiny under the soft light. Jakurai parted his hair in sections, pulling a comb diligently through it all. He sighed as he dropped his shoulders, resting his arms on his vanity for a moment before going back to combing out the rest of his hair.
"Ah! Jakurai! Lemme help!" Hifumi bounded into the room, the door hitting the wall with how hard he swung it open.
Jakurai looked at the wall from the mirror, then at Hifumi who was already excitedly rummaging through a cloth box. With a sigh, Jakurai looked over at the doorway and waited.
"Hifumi! What are you doing!" Doppo stormed in. "I am so sorry Jakurai, I just- Argh, Hifumi! I told you already to leave Jakurai alone but you didn't listen to me! You never listen to me! And then you get in trouble and then I have to fix every little thing. Every single time I get blamed because of your complete inability to read the room, God, Hifumi will you ever learn?" Doppo was entirely exasperated, reaching for Hifumi with a clawed hand.
Hifumi jumped out of the way as Doppo reached for him, clutching a straightener in his hands.
"Hey! You're being way too harsh on me."
"No, I'm not! Have you ever looked at yourself?"
"I'll have you know I look at myself all the time," Hifumi giggled as he flipped the ends of his hair, dancing out of Doppo's grasp.
Jakurai just watched them, eyebrows raised slightly as they danced around his room. Then with a few blinks, he reached for his pintail comb.
~*~
Wet hair dripped on the tile, Hitoya grimacing as Kuko pounded on his bathroom door.
"Hurry up old man! I needa brush my teeth!"
Hitoya sighed and pressed his lips together, bringing his towel to his head.
"You don't even live here!" Hitoya yelled back as he gently dried his hair.
"I don't see the fucking problem geezer! Let me in!"
Hitoya took a moment to breathe in deep, ignoring as Kuko continued to bang at his bathroom door. With his hair still damp Hitoya opened his cupboard and pulled out a black tin, unscrewing the lid and taking a handful of the clear goop. Rubbing it between his fingers he ran it through his hair before washing the remnants off and getting dressed.
"Here," Hitoya said as he swung the door open, glaring down at Kuko.
"Fucking finally, what the shit were ya doing in here?"
"Having a shower, as I said I would earlier."
"Pff, showers don't take that lo-"
"Just brush your teeth!" Hitoya slammed the door shut and took a few deep breaths again to compose himself.
Once he put himself together he grabbed his hairdryer and set about drying his hair. With the diffuser attachment on, he sat in his armchair and read over a case as he waited for his hair to dry.
~*~
The straightening iron was sitting on its holder, a small light flashing red as it heated up. Jakurai had braided two plaits on either side of his head behind his fringe, the ends elasticated and sitting on his vanity as he twisted the rest of his hair into itself.
Jakurai made eye contact with Hifumi through the mirror as Hifumi came into the room, far calmer than last time.
"Sorry Jakurai, do you mind if I help you do your hair?"
"I don't mind at all," a small smile snuck onto Jakurai's face as he tried not to shake his head to not disturb the thick twists he held at the back of his head.
Hifumi clapped excitedly before picking up the straightening iron, checking the temperature. The two worked in tandem to finish his hair, Jakurai twisting and pinning hair to the back of his head as Hifumi curled his fringe and loosened the braids at the front of his head. It was far faster than when Jakurai did his hair on his own, not that he had much experience with doing much to it. A portion of the hair on the back of Jakurai's head was twisted together in a series of rope braids pulled close to his scalp, the rest cascading down his back from where he had pinned the end of the braid to his head. Once Jakurai dropped his hands Hifumi stepped behind him and got to work curling a few of the tresses at the back of Jakurai's hair.
"This looks wonderful, thank you Hifumi," Jakurai smiled at Hifumi, Hifumi's hands stuttering where they were pulling out another section of hair.
"Ah, I'm glad you like my work!"
~*~
Hitoya's tongue poked out of his mouth as he frowned in the mirror, fingers sticky with pomade. He ran his fingers through his hair, twisting a strand here and there into a curl, pinning it in place before smoothing out the hair. Then repeating.
"Why does this take you so long?" Kuko watched Hitoya with narrowed eyes, loudly chewing on gum.
Jyushi slapped Kuko's thigh lightly,
"Don't be so rude."
"Aaah, Jyushi he just takes so long," Kuko put his hands behind his head and stretched before falling back on Hitoya's bed.
"You know you don't need to watch me?" Hitoya huffed as he glanced at them through the mirror. Kuko blew a raspberry, swinging his legs and kicking the edge of the bed. Hitoya just rolled his eyes and got back to his hair. He picked through the mess of pins on the side table, a few of them scattered under a wooden container with assorted hair products in it. The sides of his hair were already slicked into place, matte with pomade and being held with a few duckbill clips. With the pins in place, Hitoya picked up a tall silver bottle, held his breath, and sprayed away.
"What- what the fuck," Kuko croaked out, coughing as he waved his hand in front of his face. Jyushi just giggled as he held a hand over his mouth and nose, used to sticky aerosol.
"How are you- hack, how are you ok with this?" Kuko coughed as he looked over at Jyushi.
Jyushi shrugged,
"I do it to my hair every few days too."
"You guys are crazy," Kuko sighed when the air cleared, relaxing back on the bed.
Hitoya just rolled his eyes at Kuko and set about finishing up his routine, dabbing cologne on his pulse and putting on a watch and necklace.
"Alright, I'm going out, you two better behave," Hitoya warned as he pulled the pins out of his hair, holding his curls up carefully to ensure they stayed in place.
"Yeah yeah."
"Ok!"
~*~
"Jakurai I'm sorry!"
Jakurai frowned as he heard Doppo yell, followed by a set of heavy footsteps before Saburo and Jiro burst into the room.
"Jinguji-san!" Saburo and Jiro exclaimed.
"Hello Saburo-Kun, Jiro-Kun," Jakurai nodded at the two who had taken a seat on the edge of Jakurai's bed to watch as Hifumi tucked the last few pins into place. "It's game night tonight, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, thanks for lending us your place, sensei," Ichiro poked his head into Jakurai's room. "And you two, you know it's rude to bust into someone's room without permission?"
"Ah," Jiro jumped, turning startled to face Ichiro.
"I'm sorry Ichiro! It was Jiro's idea!"
"Hey!"
"Boys," Doppo appeared at the doorway behind Ichiro, hands on his hips frowning at Jiro and Saburo.
Ichiro chuckled as his brothers hung their heads.
"And now hairspray!" Hifumi brandished a purple canister and began gently spraying down Jakurai's hair, focusing only on the ends of his hair.
"Thank you, Hifumi," Jakurai tidied up his vanity and stood up. "I best be off now before I'm late."
"See ya Sensei!" Jiro waved.
Jakurai gave Doppo and Hifumi a quick peck before he slipped his shoes on and left his home.
"Izanami-san, how long did Sensei take?"
~*~
Hitoya huffed as he checked his watch, frowning down at it and then up at the street. He pulled his phone out again, checking his messages, huffing once more when he didn't have any.
"You look like you're in a rush."
Hitoya spun around to find Jakurai, and he paused. It felt as though his heart stopped as his gaze dropped down Jakurai. Jakurai had dressed up for the occasion. Fringe curled daintily away from his face, hair braided and twisted up. He had exchanged his usual black turtle neck for a soft cream blouse, the top button left undone revealing a scandalising sliver of collar bone. Face dewy and eyes sparkling. A small smile crinkling the corner of his eyes, a light upturn of the corner of his lips. Hitoya felt the need to put his hand to his chest to make sure his heart was still beating.
"You're looking a little red, Hitoya, do you need me to check you over?" Jakurai's smile turned to a soft smirk as he stepped into Hitoya's space, placing the back of his hand to Hitoya's forehead.
"Uh," Hitoya exhaled, words escaping him as he looked up at Jakurai, eyes wide.
Jakurai took a step back as he held a hand up to his own face, laughing softly behind his hand. Hitoya didn't know how much more his heart could handle, face heating up again.
Hitoya shook his head, snapping out of it, and frowned at Jakurai, grabbing the soft fabric of Jakurai's blouse to pull him closer.
"Hey, don't get cocky."
"I would never," Jakurai held Hitoya's gaze before dropping his head, bringing his hands up and pulling Hitoya in for a kiss. Hitoya let himself get pulled in, pressed into Jakurai's chest. A familiar place.
"You're lucky you're pretty."
Jakurai dropped his arms to wrap around Hitoya's middle.
"So how are your children?"
Hitoya dropped his head to Jakurai's shoulder, groaning.
"You know exactly how to ruin a mood don't you?"
Hitoya felt Jakurai's laugh against his own body.
"They're being a hassle, as usual."
"Ah, so you admit they are your children."
"Oh for god's sake," Hitoya hung his head back in exasperation. "I can't catch a break with you can I?"
"Hmm, I'm unsure. A date seems as though it's a break to me," Jakurai raised an eyebrow at Hitoya.
Hitoya frowned at Jakurai as he bit his lip. Raising an eyebrow of his own Hitoya decided he needed to strike back. He lifted a hand, gently running it through Jakurai's loose hair, leaning in a little.
Hitoya's cologne danced cloyingly along Jakurai’s senses when he was this close, Jakurai's attention held entrancingly by the man whose breath was hot against his ear and fingers weaved their way through his hair. It was thick and deep, something richly spicy, melting together with the familiar scent of leather. Jakurai suppressed a shiver as Hitoya's fingers brushed through his hair, slow and deliberate.
"Your hair looks good today, you put in all this effort for me?"
Jakurai cleared his throat, eyes darting over the pavement.
"Of course."
"Hmm, well aren't I lucky?" Hitoya leant back to smirk up at Jakurai, pleased with the flush high on Jakurai's cheeks. Jakurai looked down at the handsome face in front of him and felt his heart try to skip a beat. A rugged face and charming smile all for him. Hitoya gave Jakurai one last peck before stepping back, letting one of his hands drop from Jakurai's hair and trace the back of his arm until Hitoya could hold Jakurai's hand. "We should get a move on, I have a booking and I don't want to be late.
~*~
Jiro sat slumped into the couch, legs held up off the floor as he typed away at his phone. Saburo was curled up on the floor just as enamoured with his phone. Doppo looked between the two of them confused, shaking his head before walking over to the kitchen. Ichiro and Hifumi were puttering about Jakurai's kitchen, busy prepping dinner.
"Ichiro, do you know what your brothers are doing?"
"Hmm?" Ichiro looked up from the rice he was washing to look over at his brothers, then at his phone which was sat beside the sink, unlocked. "Uh, they're talking to some friends."
That didn't clear up any of Doppo's confusion.
"Um, ok, well, did you need any more help?"
~*~
Fam GC
Kuko: how long did your fucker take?
Ichiro: You go first
Jyushi: Kuko! Don't be so rude
Jiro: YEAH YOUR THE ONE WHO PLACED THE BET
Jyushi: Hitoya took about an hour to get his hair done
Saburo: YES
Jyushi: ????
Jiro: SENSEI TOOK ONE AND A HALF HOURS
Kuko: DOSNT COUNT
Kuko: H E HAS MORE HAR
Ichiro: A bets a bet
Jyushi: Kuko, you better not go back on your word
Kuko: tch
Kuko: you guys ar assholes
Saburo: How are we the assholes when you're the fool who bets against us?
Saburo: *bet
Kuko: Ichi you better shut your brothers mouth before I do it for you
Ichiro: Kuko
Jyushi: Kuko
Kuko: Jyushi don look at me like that
Jiro: arent you guys in the same room? why dont you just talk to him
Kuko: ichi im tellin ya
Ichiro: Kuko just suck it up. You're paying for dinner next time
Kuko: im gonna be fucking stripped for cash dude
Kuko: you can t do this to me
Saburo: I'm pretty sure you did this to yourself
Jyushi: This is your own fault Kuko
Kuko: come on Jyushi
Kuko: you dont even have my back?
Jyushi: I'm looking forward to dinner
Saburo: Ooh, ice-cold
Kuko: fine
Kuko: im gonna go LIVE ON THE STRETS OR SOMETHING
Ichiro: Good luck Kuko