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The first thing that caught his eye about the new student was his hair. Satoru watched the little strand that fell across his face as he talked to Shoko. His hair was tied up, but that one little strand was loose, almost as if it was teasing, bringing his gaze back to it every time he tried to look away. He wondered how long his hair was. Wait, why is he thinking about this? Satoru looked away, trying to act like he wasn’t interested even when the boy introduced himself to him.
I want to run my hand through his hair.
*
They were practicing in the campus gardens, and once again Suguru was the one who won the fight. He wanted to say that somehow Suguru was cheating, but he knew the other was strong and in hand-to-hand combat he’s always the best. Satoru groaned as he sat up after being knocked down.
Suguru stood above him with a smirk on his face. During the fight, his hair had come loose, making the strands fall across his face. It was the first time he had seen him with his hair down. It reached past his shoulders, almost up to his mid-back.
“Why did you grow your hair long?” he asked suddenly as Suguru leaned down to dust his pants, trying not to stare at the sweat dripping down his bare chest.
Suguru stopped what he was doing and looked up. “I don’t know. I just liked it. " He straightened, giving him a look as he reached up to touch his hair. “Why is something wrong?”
“No. No, of course not. I-I like it. I mean, I like it like that. " He hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt.
Suguru stared at him for a while, as if trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Then he shook his head, almost exasperatedly, a small smile on his face. He reached out his hand to pull Satoru up.
He wondered what it felt like to run his hands through them as they walked back inside. He wondered if it felt soft like how he imagined.
*
It’s probably past midnight and here they were lying on the rooftop waiting to see the shooting star Shoko said that was going to appear. And in typical Shoko behavior, she had left them to be with Utahime because according to her, staying with them would ruin stargazing for her.
It'd been hours and there was still no sign of any shooting star. Satoru wondered if this was all a prank.
He turned to look at Suguru, who sat up to open up one of the bags of chips they bought. He had removed his hair tie and the soft breeze kept pushing it back into his face.
Suguru must have noticed how quiet he was since he turned to look at him. He’s the one who made Satoru stay every time he tried to leave, promising that there would be a star that he just had to be patient.
“What?” he asked softly, eyes flickering over Satoru’s face as if trying to figure out what was going on in his mind.
“Can I touch your hair?”
His eyebrows rose. This was probably not what he had been expecting. He was quiet for some time, his eyes flickering over Satoru’s face as if trying to figure out why in the world Satoru would want to touch his hair.
Those few moments Satoru held his breath, he hoped Suguru wouldn’t think it was weird.
"Yeah, I guess?”
Slowly, he reached out his hand and his fingertips brushed his hair.
He tried not to make a sound, but a small gasp escaped his mouth. It was so soft and silky, even more than he imagined. He ran his hand through it again, this time taking longer to feel it. It was just so so soft. Even better than he imagined.
He could feel Suguru staring at him. He had that look in his eye whenever he caught Satoru watching him. Suguru probably saw all the emotions on Satoru’s face, but he didn’t care.
At that moment a whole meteor shower could have passed through the sky and he would have cared less.
*
It was a Friday night and they were going to watch a movie. They always spend half the time trying to choose a movie. Suguru always tells him they should choose something before Friday, but that never happens.
Suguru walked up to the dresser to grab his comb. He always brushed his hair while watching a movie because he knew they’d end up sleeping, so he wouldn’t be able to do it later. Most of the time, Satoru watched Suguru more than the movie. He couldn’t help that he found Suguru combing his hair more fascinating than some movie.
“Can I do it?” he blurted out.
Suguru glanced up. “What? Comb my hair?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure, less work for me,” he said as he walked up to him and sat in front of Satoru on the bed.
He uncrossed his legs and scooted closer, so his legs bracketed Suguru. When they finally got comfortable, he gathered all the hair to the back making sure he didn’t miss any strands. He stroked his hair a few times with his hand before finally raising the brush, slowly bringing it down against his hair, barely touching it.
"Satoru, my hair isn't fragile,” Suguru laughed, turning back to look at Satoru. “You can comb a bit harder.”
Satoru just nodded. He didn’t know what kind of embarrassing thing he would say if he opened his mouth.
He raised the brush once again, this time combing harder but still gentle. Suguru let out a contented sigh as he leaned back and pressed play on the screen.
*
Suguru pulled him into another kiss, this time with more fever, one hand sliding under his jacket to press into his lower back, the other wrapping around his waist. They were pressed so close they could hear each other’s heartbeats. His own hands slipped into Suguru’s hair almost instinctively, removing his hair tie and letting his hair flow loose. His fingers curled around them as he tugged at it, eliciting a soft moan from Suguru.
*
He sat on the stool behind the bathtub as he grabbed the showerhead. He watched Suguru sigh when the water hit his skin as he climbed in. Satoru stayed until he got comfortable before he started. He pressed a kiss on Suguru’s forehead when he leaned back, his hair flowing out of the tub. He gathered it and laid it on his lap, softly removing the tangles. Once he could run his fingers through it smoothly, he switched on the shower.
He started slowly. Spraying the water from the roots to the end, watching the water run down his thighs and onto the floor. Once he washed it thoroughly, he placed the showerhead to the side to grab the shampoo, pouring a small amount on his palm and rubbing it to make foam. He ran his hands from the crown of his head to the end, making sure to massage his scalp. Suguru’s eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into his touch. He made a content noise when Satoru hit sensitive spots.
“Feeling better?”
“Hmm,” Suguru hummed.
He rinsed it all out and took out the conditioner. Suguru used to use a random no-name one earlier until Satoru made him buy a good one. That was the first time he let Satoru wash his hair and from then on it had become a routine, mostly when Suguru was tired or not feeling well. For Satoru it almost felt like a prayer, each step taking away the stress and pain filling his heart with warmth that cannot be explained with words, making him forget the world they lived in, the only thing that existed was him and Suguru.
Once everything was all rinsed out and washed again, he lifted it to his face, taking a good whiff of the smell. It was a mix of lavender and some other herb he could never remember. The scent always had a calming effect on him. The tension he felt during their mission today seeped out of his body.
“Stop sniffing my hair and come here,” Suguru said, tugging at his hand. When Satoru pouted at him, he just smiled. Satoru gave in after a few seconds, stripping off his pants and climbing in. He sighed as Suguru wrapped his arms around him, pressing soft kisses on his neck, his usual way of saying thank you.
*
Suguru was limp against Satoru, his body slowly turning cold. No matter how hard his heart begged, please please, Suguru’s heart remained still. He begged even though it was his hand that reached out and stopped it. He tucked Suguru’s head under his chin. Blood coated Satoru’s clothes as he pulled him close, holding him as tight as possible. He pressed his face into his hair, that familiar smell of Suguru’s favorite shampoo instantly calming him down, even when it felt like his whole world was falling apart.
Satoru ran his hand through Suguru’s hair one last time.