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There was only one way Fyodor could ever enter Chuuya's apartment… by washing his hair.
With his atrocious hair routine, it wouldn’t be surprising as to why that rule was put there.
Chuuya was shocked, hearing that Fyodor had never gotten head lice before. How was it even possible for someone like him to not get head lice?
At this point, he’d like to think even the lice didn’t want to nest themselves in his hair because of how greasy and disgusting it was.
“ Solnyshko… is this good?”
He stepped out of the bathroom and walked into the main room where the other was sitting.
“He looks like a rat that got caught into a storm,” Chuuya thought to himself while holding in his laughter and cleared his throat and tapped his foot on the floor.
“Yes. Much better,” he said and pointed to the floor, “now get your ass over here and sit down on the floor.”
Fyodor sat on the floor in between Chuuya’s legs, “Why must I sit here, Chuuya?”
Chuuya got a hold of a hairdryer.
“I’m going to dry your hair, knowing you, you would sleep with your hair all soaked.”
“You know me too well. How considerate of you,” Fyodor said with a small smile on his lips.
He rolled his eyes and turned it on to a low setting. He ran his fingers through his hair while drying it, “Your hair is much better when it’s been washed.”
“You think so?”
Chuuya’s face turned into disgust when he asked that as a question.
“I know so. You know how disgusting it is when you don’t wash for 3 weeks?”
“I only wash it for you, Chuuya.”
“I’m not even going to take that as a compliment. It shouldn’t be a good thing if you’re only doing it for me.”
Fyodor hummed quietly to himself and closed his eyes briefly, finding it comforting that Chuuya was drying his hair. It seemed like Chuuya enjoyed it as well just for the softness of his hair when it was cleaned and dry.
Chuuya turned off the hairdryer and set it off on the table.
“Are we done?” The Russian asked, looking up at Chuuya's face, slightly disappointed that his hair was dry already.
“Hold on for one second,” he replied, moving Fyodor’s head back to where it was originally, “don’t take that literally,” he also added, knowing that Fyodor would probably be a smartass about it.
Chuuya took some strands from Fyodor’s hair and started to do something with it.
He didn’t know but felt his hair was being slightly tugged on from whatever Chuuya was doing. He quietly sat, waiting for him to be finished.
The sound of a clip broke his train of thought.
“Done!”
Fyodor looked in the mirror, given by Chuuya and stared at himself.
A braid coming on one side of his hair down that was clipped into place.
The redhead grinned, “What do you think?”
“It’s… nice…” he said, looking back at Chuuya.
“It looks good on you. You should keep it on,” Chuuya rubbed his cheek against Fyodor’s hair, “your hair feels nice when it’s been washed and cleaned. I could almost hug you all the time, it’s so soft…” he murmured.
Oh?
If I washed my hair…
Chuuya would hug me all the time…
He took one more glance at the mirror with a fond smile.
He was beginning to think the same thing.
- - -
“Dos-kun… what’s with your hair today?” Nikolai asked as he walked through the doors of their headquarters.
“Do you not like it?” Fyodor asked back, still wearing the braid from yesterday.
He refused to take it off last night when Chuuya told him to and kept it on.
Nikolai shook his head with a wide smile.
“No! No! It’s a nice look!”
That comment only satisfied Fyodor more during the day while Sigma looked like he was dreaming seeing the uplifting mood Fyodor was in.
- - -
Through Fyodor’s usual stroll around the city, he encountered Dazai.
His eyes locked at the ushanka-less head (for once) and noticed a braid in the Russian’s hair but tried not to question it. Dazai thought to himself that miracles might actually happen after seeing Fyodor with surprisingly not greasy hair.
“Finally decide to wash your hair, rat?” He asked.
“I washed it yesterday.”
Dazai grinned, “Oh? Did I catch you on a day where you wash it?”
Fyodor smiled back, his mind dozing off to somewhere else.
“No. I wash it every day now, you must’ve not gotten the message.”
Dazai stared at him blankly.
He was speechless to say anything that Fyodor disappeared past him to go to his beloved’s apartment once again without him realising.