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It was so hot in Yokohama that the kids playing on the streets tried to cook eggs in hope they could have a good laugh. The sun was shining bright in the apartment that Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai shared together. The brown haired teen was sitting on their shared bed nearly in front of the air conditioner, he was wearing shorts with a blue shirt that had a small sanrio character in it. His hair had small blue clips in it to keep his bangs away. By Chuuya’s words it made Osamu look less “emo”.
The water suddenly stopped and Osamu yelled out, “Chuuyaaaa, you’re finally done in there!!”
The ginger stepped out of the bathroom water dripping on his bare tan skin, his ginger hair was soaking wet.
“Shut fuck up bastard, it.” Chuuya grumbles.
Osamu stares at Chuuya as he dries his hair with a specific towel. He is always so particular when it comes to his hair care. He then puts in some hair cream and then pulls on a red band t-shirt. Then carefully organizes his products back into place. Osamu has learned not to annoy Chuuya by touching the particular things he organizes so he doesn't trigger anything concerning his ocd.
Osamu looks at Chuuya and notices his hair curling up and his eyes go wide. He makes his way to Chuuya and stands in front of the shorter male. He directly stares at his curly hair now drying. Chuuya raises a brow and then he realizes.
“Oh, I usually straighten my hair but it’s too hot for that.” Chuuya mumbles slightly glaring at the taller male.
Osamu looks at him blankly and then speaks up, “No need to get angry slug, I just thought your hair was actually straight but considering your half puertorican it’s not uncommon.”
Osamu brings his hand to touch the curls, when Chuuya slaps his hand away and yells, “No way are you going to do that! You’ll ruin the curls if you brush your hand through!”
Osamu stares at him dumbly and then nods. His fingers twitching clearly eager to touch.
Chuuya sighs, "You can touch just don't brush it all the way cause you'll make it puffy. " Chuuya says as he sits down on the bed.
Osamu smiles and sits the smaller boy on his lap to play with his hair. His pale skinned hand waving its way through the bright hair.
Chuuya hums as he closes his eyes, the cool air and his hair getting brushed making him sleepy.
Chuuya yawns, "I think I'm going to take a quick nap Osamu… " Chuuya says before knocking out and leaving soft snores.
"Sleep tight slug" Osamu whispers, kissing his hair as he yawns as well, falling asleep with his hand in the shorter one's hair.