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With the number of hair products Hizashi puts on his locks it’ll be hard to believe that it was anything except damaged, but it wasn’t. It was healthy and taken care of, its length cascaded beyond his chest. It wasn’t coarse or fine either, it was thick and soft. So, so soft. You’d be lying if you weren’t jealous about the tentative care he gave to his hair, wishing that yours could be that soft and nice. So on one lazy Sunday afternoon, as your lover languidly makes his way to the kitchen, trying to find something to snack on. You call out from the sofa,
“Let me braid your hair”
Hizashi’s eyes widened a comical amount as he all but crashed onto your lap.
“Zashi’! You’re heavy!” you sputtered through your laughs. He stayed put on where he was.
“Braid away!” he only says, laughing too, bunching his hair to his back.
You weren’t teasing when you said he was heavy. The man was all lean muscles and towered over you even when you were sitting. So, you pull your thighs from under him and situate them to straddle on his waist. He huffs but doesn't protest when you start combing through his lovely hair. He sighs and relaxes to your touch, keeping his head upright so you can properly braid.
You start from the pro heroes’ head, pulling three bunches of hair from the crown of his head and making your way down by taking more strands to complete the braid. It was blissfully silent. Well, as silent as you can be in a room with Hizashi. He was absentmindedly humming a soft tune, something akin to a lullaby but with his little twist on it. You breathe on the shell of his ear to hear him yelp, he retorts by pinching your knee slightly. You pout at his chuckle.
“I love your hair” you filled the silence as you worked on the silky hair on his shoulders.
“I love you” he responds automatically.
You tug a little harder on a strand, he winces.
“No fair” you complain, hearing his good-natured giggle.
“What? I can’t be smooth now? I’m the suavest you can get baby” you can feel him winking, you roll your eyes.
“Whatever you say present mic” you scoff and kiss along the nape of his neck, you can feel him shudder slightly.
This man is all bark and no bite. You smile fondly. You secure the french braid with your hairband, satisfied with your work. You hug his chest and straddle his waist tighter as a koala would.
“I love you too” you kiss his ear.
“Who’s being unfair now? I can’t even see your cute little face” he mocks exasperation, hugging your arms around him.
“You don’t need to” you coo.
A beat of silence went through you two. Both enveloped in each other’s warmth.
“Thank you” he almost sings. “For the braids”
“They look super pretty” you chuckle, playing with its ends, pushing it over his shoulder so he can see your handiwork.
“Like you”
You shove him forward a little. He gives out a little “oof”.
“You suck” you giggle.
“You’re a tsundere,” he says.
“I know you are but what am I?” he laughs at the kindergarten level retort.
His voice is always the most wonderful when he laughs. Second to his laughs would probably be his smooth singing voice. You hide your flush on his back, hoping he doesn’t hear the heavy thumps your heart makes when thinking about how wonderful Hizashi is.
“You’re mine”
Such a simple statement rings true to your ears. You stop clinging to him so insistently and let him turn his head to you. He smiles lovingly, adoringly. Genuinely. He caresses your right cheek with his calloused hands and switched your positions so sneakily that you didn’t even realize he maneuvered you to straddle his lap until he pulled you down to a kiss. The sigh you breathe into the kiss exhilarates him, urging him to kiss you more. He hums when you kiss him back just as strong, just as solidly.
“I’m yours”
And you meant every word.