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He stood in front of the mirror, the cold light shining down on his hand as he brought a bleach-covered brush closer to his outgrown roots.
He winced under the cold sensation as the chemical started stripping his hair of its natural color.
He brushed the covered strand to the side and got working on the others while listening to the music he put on to make this process less tedious.
He couldn't remember which time he was doing this, keeping his hair a burning white, nobody on the island knew it wasn't his natural hair, he touched up his roots as soon as his natural colour started showing, religiously. Nobody ever saw him bleach it either, nobody had any business with him during bleach time since he always made sure it was an ungodly hour when he did it.
As always, his eyes were burning and once again he had no clue if it was the fault of the chemical slowly dripping down his forehead, nearing dangerously close to his eye, or the fact that he was supposed to be asleep for a few hours now, maybe both.
By the time he was half-done, his eyes started to slip closed, the burning slowly fading, until a particularly loud passage from a random song brought him back.
He always made sure to play music during these sessions, he didn't dare dye without it, he already got to experience bleach poisoning once, he didn't want to walk around with fire lungs again.
He continued with the tedious work, cursing his thick head of hair. The thought of how much he still had to do making him want to continue even less.
The whole thing was such a pain in the ass, he wanted to quit it many times, but he always found himself in the bathroom, at the dead of night, with a bottle of peroxide by his side.
The process might've become a peaceful routine for him, if he wasn't so dead tired every time. It actually wasn't so bad in the beginning when he didn't take this much precaution, but ever since he knew there was a chance he had to get naked around the others, he started bleaching the other kind of hair too.
He couldn't decide if he was glad he did or if he cursed that decision, there were multiple occasions where he was seen, making it look like this unnatural colour was his natural. But there was also no turning back now, having everyone fooled by a great upkeeping is one thing, having everyone fooled by bleaching your pubes is another, the others thought he was weird enough already, leaving him without much of a choice. He was grateful that his hair didn't grow out fast at the very least.
He was moving on to the last few strands on the back of his head, the trickiest ones, when he heard a dull sound of something hitting wood.
He quickly analyzed what this could mean for him, the worst-case scenario being that someone was knocking on his door, his worries quickly confirmed when the sound returned, louder this time.
What could anyone possibly want from him at this hour?
He sighed, returning his attention to his flock of hair, hoping that whoever trying to reach him at the moment would just go away. That option was quickly shattered when he heard an all-familiar voice as good as whine out.
"Komaeda, I know you aren't sleeping."
Hinata gave him a moment to respond, nothing, before he turned the doorknob and entered his apparently unlocked cabin.
He looked Hinata dead in the eyes through a layer of glass. Whoever's idea was to make the bathroom wall as it was, wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. No use lamenting things he can't change though.
Hinata broke their eye contact, eyes shooting up to his gloved hands, then to the brush he was holding, and then, finally, to his bleach-covered roots.
Now, Hinata wasn't a beautician, nor did he have any experience with hair dying, not that Komaeda knew of anyway, but he was sure that he wasn't dumb enough to not figure out what was going on.
The gears in Hinata's head belatedly started turning.
"So you bleach your hair?"
Hinata closed the door behind him, walking up to the bathroom door, he joined Komaeda in the room.
"Yeah, but Hinata-kun, you know you really should've waited for me to answer' he snickered 'what if I was taking a shower when you so boldly decided to walk in?" His voice naturally dropped.
Hinata leaned against the only solid wall and crossed his arms sighing.
"Didn't think about that, even if you did, what problem do you have with that? You parade yourself around almost naked all the time."
Komaeda slowly turned his gaze to side-eyeing him.
Hinata smirked, "Didn't think a guy like you had much shame left."
Komaeda's face contorted into an uncanny smile.
"Well yes Hinata-kun, that is very much right, but I believe that it wouldn't be pleasant even for a guy like me, and especially not for someone like yourself if you were to walk in on me taking a sh-"
"Okay. I'll knock next time."
Hinata retorted, brows furrowed.
"Thank you."
Seemingly satisfied with himself, Komaeda turned his attention back to his hair in the mirror, before his eyes wandered to Hinata, not doing anything, behind him.
Might as well put him to use.
"Hinata-kun, since you're already here, would you be as kind as to finish the back of my head please?"
Hinata turned his head, looking up at him.
"Sure, why not."
He walked over and took the brush from him, not bothering to put gloves on, which was probably a bad decision but he could not care less.
"I've never done this before, just so you know, I can't guarantee how it's gonna turn out."
"Mmhm, I know, it's okay."
Komaeda scrabbled the few things he had sitting on a chair, placing them into the sink, and sitting in their place. He relaxed his shoulders and slumped down.
Hinata took a strand of white hair into his hand, despite being bleached so often, it was soft. He dipped the brush into the container that Komaeda was already holding up for him and carefully applied it to his roots.
"I have to say though, you've had me totally fooled dude. I never would've thought you weren't naturally ashen if I didn't see you bleach your hair."
Komaeda hummed at that, apparently enjoying the feeling of somebody else's hands in his hair.
Upon hearing that, Hinata took the liberty to massage his head between applying the bleach. Enjoying the contact, maybe even as much as Komaeda.
He always enjoyed playing with the other's hair. Oftentimes when they spent the night together, he would fall asleep with his hand stroking through Komaeda's hair. Or with Komaeda kneeling before him, gripping into his hair would always bring him just a tad bit closer. Or when their roles were reversed, he remembered the sensation of his hair tickling his nose while he gripped at the other's knees, he was always mesmerized by how pure and white-
Hold on.
Hold the fuck on.
Hinata stilled all his movement, his face falling into a frown, realization hitting him.
"... Komaeda,"
Komaeda hummed in response, unbothered.
"Yes, Hinata-kun?
"Did you-" he cleared his throat, "did you bleach your pubes?"
Komaeda's eye twitched.
"Now Hinata-kun, they wouldn't be very white if I didn't, would they?"
He said rather calmly.
Hinata took a moment, resuming to apply bleach to his head.
His hand moving while he realized just how tired his brain was.
"You sure are weird," Hinata muttered after a while, only a couple of strands remaining.
"Yeah, I know." Komaeda replied matter of factly, "Yet that never stopped you, did it?"
Hinata frowned, "There must be something wrong with your head, definitely. I'm not a dermatologist but that sure as hell can't be safe."
"My dick hasn't fallen off yet, you of all people should know that, Hinata-kun"
Komaeda snickered, seemingly enjoying this exchange. He lowered his voice.
"Or would you like to confirm again?"
As the breathy words tickled Hinata's ear, he decided that Komaeda's hair was done, throwing the brush into the sink, he whipped the chair around.
He warily looked into the other's eyes as they crinkled at the edges, taking the other's lips into his. He tangled up with Komaeda rather quickly, his hands running up and around his neck, while the other ran through his hair. Hinata was gripping Komaedas shoulder with one hand, supporting himself with one knee on the chair between Komaeda's legs, playing a dangerous game, while his other hand sneaked down to the hem of his boxers, gripping and tugging.
Hinata quickly broke the kiss, looking down. A pure angel white field of a southern region was glimmering under his eyes, the colour failing to catch the shining light from above, reflecting it all, almost blinding him.
He stared in disbelief.
Komaeda's hands slipped from around his neck, traveling down his body until they reached his arm, unhooking his fingers from the hem of his boxers, letting it snap back against his skin. The sound brought Hinata back from his trance.
"Weren't you taught that it is quite rude to stare Hinata-kun?"
Komaeda retorted, lifting his hand to cup his chin, tugging his head until his breath caressed the top of his ear.
"Especially at someone's crotch."
He hummed melodiously low.
Hinata swallowed, eyes meeting Komaeda's as he moved back. He cocked his head.
"Speaking as if you mind," he watched the other sneer, "Had to see it to believe it huh, Hinata-kun."
He moved his hand to gently poke Hinata on the nose, the touch lingering.
"You are so cute sometimes," he looked endearingly at the other, still amused, "If you excuse me, I have to wash this out, or you'll be having me bald."
He stood up from the chair, Hinata stumbling back naturally in the process.
He watched as Komaeda brought the oddly coloured shirt over his head, blueish white parts of goo sticking to its hem before he dropped the shirt down on the floor, letting it crumple on the warm stone.
When he peeked from behind his shoulder, Hinata was still there.
"What, wanna shower together?' he smirked, 'or are you expecting some pervy show from me?"
Komaeda teased him.
"Mhm sure,' Hinata rolled his eyes, 'let me wash your hair."
The other turned to face him, head slightly tilting to the side, the grin never leaving his face.
"Sure if you wish so."
Hinata grabbed him by the wrist and walked him over to the shower.
He reached for the showerhead, turning the water on, waiting for it to reach a pleasant temperature as he motioned for Komaeda to bend his head over.
Komaeda leaned forward obediently, elbows resting on the tub edge. He brought his hands up to his face, cupping around thin air to protect his eyes from the upcoming rinse.
Hinata let the water fall onto the messy mop beneath him, watching as previously voluminous hair slicked up and fell down his neck and shoulders.
His fingers massaged his roots diligently, removing all of the chemical.
"I have no clue how you keep your hair this soft."
He said as he kept massaging the now clean slimy flock.
"My conditioner I guess."
Komaeda pushed into his stilling hand, signing for him to continue whatever he was doing. He did.
"Hmm, it must be some fucking swell conditioner then." He sneered.
"Randomly picked one one day, never changed it." He could feel him sneer back.
"Lucky bastard." Hinata ruffled his hair for the last time, water splashing around everywhere before he turned the water off.
Komaeda brushed his hair to one side, now able to look up at Hinata. Instead of getting up, he slumped back onto the bath ridge, kneeling beside it.
He stared up, the ungodly hour affecting his brain, blanking out.
"... why did you come for me in the first place?"
Hinata stared back, seemingly not knowing himself.
"I just kind of wanted to see you, no reason really."
He slumped down next to Komaeda, one of his hands travelling to knit their fingers together.
"But like, now that I know you bleach your hair, you really don't need to bleach your pubes anymore.' he sighed, 'I know I was a huge part of the reason why you did."
Komaeda snickered under his breath, playfully squeezing Hinata's hand.
"Now, I wouldn't do that to you Hinata-kun,' he smirked, 'I know you're enchanted by them, weirdo."
Hinata tiredly furrowed his brows, squeezing Komaeda back.
"I have to say though, I felt kind of bad for fooling you when you seemed so mesmerized down there," he whispered quieter than before, eyes softening.
"Mm, can't say I won't miss them when you stop." Hinata's eyes fluttered, his grip weakening.
The other chuckled, sighing before he whined, obviously teasing the other.
"I guess I have no other choice than to keep it up then."
"Stupid."