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It’s late winter, in Morioh it’s never really snowy during winter time. Nonetheless, safe to say it’s chilly out, I’ve always needed extra time to get ready during this time of the year.
Josuke probably mastered the skill of getting that hair done everyday, I wonder how many tries or products he has in that pompadour of his. Really, I don’t even know why I’ve been thinking about this shit for the past two weeks. His hair has caught my attention, and now I’ve been itching to get my hands on it. Shit, I feel like this might be a ‘hair kink’ if that’s even a thing.
I keep walking my way to school, numerous traffic lights and people can’t overwhelm me anymore once I’ve got something like this on my mind. Even worse, this guy sits right in front of me in class! It could be a good thing, knowing that I can have a closeup without it being weird. In my case, I also can barely focus in class.
Opening the door, I see him. Right there, he’s laughing away with some of his friends. I’ve never really noticed anyone else that talks to him, but I just realized what a cute-ass smile he’s got. I sit down with my book bag on the side of the desk, lying my head down as I continue to ponder about this feeling. I’m not..gay? Am I? Is my wanting to feel his hair romantic? No, right.. I just wanna get a feel because I’m curious about it!
“Ay, class is starting. Just to let you know.” A voice from in front of me says, I feel them poking my hair. Wait—wait a minute! I muster up the energy to blink my eyes open, a pang of light hitting my eyelids.
“You’re up. Sorry for touching your hair.”
Holy shit.. it was Higashikata Josuke talking to me! My head instantly perks up, trying not to embarrass myself. “I always get pissed off once someone tries to touch my hair, didn’t know if you felt the same.” He said before turning around, I feel like an idiot for not saying anything! My eyebrows furrow after he turns around, not mad at him but mad at myself.
The entire class, it was almost like Josuke’s alarm clock was useless. I was replaying the moment in my head atleast 20 times.
“I always get pissed off once someone tries to touch my hair.” He had said, I started remembering the times where someone would even just say some thing about his hair and he’d get all worked up.
This is gonna be harder than I thought, what if I get beat up before I get to know him?! Maybe I’ll plan a few times where I accidentally “fall asleep” or drop my pencil by his desk. Yet, that’s not gonna help me trying to get closer with him!!! Fuck..what does one do in this situation..
After class, with a bunch of contemplating and hesitation, I decide to walk up to him once school was over.
“Hey, Josuke. Thanks for waking me up there, I was too tired to say anything.”
“I figured, you looked finished.”
“Wanna walk with me back home? I don’t got anyone today.”
“My pleasure, where’s your house?”
Yes! This was my perfectly scripted dialogue, and it was going exactly the way I wanted it to be!
Rest of the evening was me daydreaming away, now I’m really confused on whether this is normal or not. I had learned that Josuke was really touchy towards anyone he talked to, about 5 minutes in the conversation, he had already wrapped one of his arms around my neck. I felt like I was squealing on the inside, this was my first step into achieving this absurd goal!
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Next day, I’m practically skipping to school. I so wanted to see Josuke today, our conversation was surprisingly smooth the day before. I feel a tap on my shoulder before I can finish my thoughts. It was him, Josuke! My prayers were answered, I felt at ease as he grabbed me by the shoulder again, maybe we were already closer than I thought we were?
“Hey you! I thought I saw you walking this way.”
I felt his cold breath on my cheek, I couldn’t be happier at this rate. “Glad to see you’re still alive and breathing, Josuke.” He chuckles, his hair moving with his head, but somehow staying in the same spot as it always was.
“Your hair, how long does it take you?” The perfect bait question. He spiraled into a story on how why he styles it like that, where his products are from, and why he never wants anyone laying a finger on it. That last part brought me down a little bit, but I’ll always get something I want if I want it bad!
“Dang, nobody can touch your hair, absolutely nobody? “ I say, hopefully it’ll pry out something in him. “Nope, if I have to I’d prefer not to as well.
“Really? Not even me?” Josuke’s expression shifted. “I don’t trust people with my hair that much, I don’t even think you either. Maybe if nobody was watching or if I was comfortable about it.” What was that supposed to mean? Was he implying he WANTED to be in a room alone with me, or was he just trying to make me feel better with the whole ‘if I’m comfortable’ bullshit.
“I see, don’t feel guilty about it. I know I don’t have that type of place in your heart yet.” I say, accepting defeat.
“Well, I’ll be waiting until you get to that place.” He says suddenly.
What. What— does he even mean by that?!? I feel like this bitch is playing mind tricks on me. You don’t say this shit to a regular friend, damn you! Then again, if he’s really not joking, I’ve got this in the bag.
After school, we had walked back home as well. This time, we decided to go to his house to play some video games. “One thing.” Josuke said whenever we stood in front of his door. “Yeah?” I replied, utterly confused. “Don’t, and I mean don’t.. make comments about my mom!” He sighed, like this has happened way too many times. “She’s a beautiful woman, but she’s still my mom at the end of the day!”
“I.. got you?” I wasn’t really interested like that either way. Little does he know he’s the only one I’m focusing on.
Entering the house, I had realized why Josuke always reeked of lavender, it smelt like heaven in here. His mom, Tomoko came over to greet me. I can tell why Josuke warned me, she looked good for her age, except for the fact he was eying me down every time I’d talk to his mom. It almost pissed me off in a way, don’t assume that about me and take a hint..
His mom had made tea for us, unsurprisingly lavender tea. We sat down and got out the controllers, they felt smooth but I could tell Josuke has made these controllers all sweaty before. We had played games the entire afternoon, we’d curse at each other at times but it was a good time with him. Only times I would lose was because I was distracted and started daydreaming while the person I was daydreaming about was right next to me.. I’m hopeless, I know.
Lastly, he invited me over for next time and obviously I accepted, I’m not missing out on this! Additionally, his mom seems to love me, with my manners and everything, so she didn’t have a problem with it either and suggested Josuke learned from me.
The next few days felt like I was up in the clouds. Every time we’d hang out I’d tease him about his hair with being more smug about it. The little things like, “Did you do your routine today?” or “Are you ready to fix up your pompadour every minute in class?” and he’d brush it off, yet his other friends don’t dare to say anything or even mention it. Maybe it’s because I’m the one saying it, yet he’s adorable with it either way. I had talked to Koichi about it, a good friend of mine and Josuke’s. He found my reasoning to become friends with him really bizarre, but he said as long as it made me happy and didn’t make anyone uncomfortable then it’s alright. Koichi also mentioned how Josuke came to be with that hairstyle, and the times when he was young and sick during the cold winter back years ago. Suddenly, a man with the same hairstyle he has today pushed the car through the snow and ultimately saved his life.
Anyways, Josuke didn’t show up to school today, and I decided to knock on his door once school hours were over. Tomoko answered the door, pleased to see me as the lavender aroma fills my sense of smell. “Glad to see you again, checking in on Josuke? He didn’t wanna show up to school today so the brat is in his room.” She said angrily, pointing down the hall to his room.
I walk up to his door handle, hesitating before coming in, only opening it halfway through. My view was Josuke on his bed, sleeping peacefully. He looked safe and sound, his hair was slightly disheveled but it still kept the same shape.
My breath hitched, it felt so weird seeing him calm and relaxed when he’s always so energetic at school. Josuke shifted around in his bed, looked like he moved around a lot whenever he’s asleep. I didn’t wanna alarm him when he looked so adorable like this. I quietly took small steps up to his bed, leaned over his face, my pupils dilating as soon as I got a close-up of his face.
“Josuke, you idiot, Josuke..” I mutter, tugging on his shoulder. His shoulders were bulky and felt stiff, what was his mom feeding him to get this build?? At this point, I massaged his shoulders while still trying to wake him up. “Josuke!” I yelled a little louder this time, I felt him flinch, but his eyes were still closed. Now he’s just playing with me, I swear.. I start pinching him as a last resort, really hard as I dig my nails in.
“Awh..ah—ow! the hell?!” Finally, this bastard was awake after probably five minutes of nitpicking him. He props himself up on his elbows, turning around to see me. “What— what’re you doing here?!”
“Trying to get you to wake up, I was this close to touching your hair to wake you up.” I signal a close gap between my thumb and pointer finger, yet he keeps looking at me as if he’s trying to process everything.
“I mean..” his sentence trails off, like he’s contemplating something. “You can touch my hair right now, I won’t be going out today and I get ready in the mornings anyway.”
I stop in my tracks, was… was my goal gonna be achieved right here? It almost seemed a little too easy, but it did take multiple gaming sessions and walking to school and back together, along with planning out conversations but we’re ignoring that last part..
Back to the present, I finally have my chance and I can’t be happier.. he was staring at me with those eyes too, just waiting for me to ruffle his hair. These past few weeks though, did I really just want to feel his hair? It started out as something I was curious about, but I realized how seemingly sweet Josuke was and most importantly, in my eyes he was fine as hell.
“R-really? It’s dawning on me that I finally have the chance.” I laugh, he scoots over to me and faces the side of me while I finally lay a finger on his hair.
It was.. so fucking worth it. Each strand felt so tender like they each had their own story, not to mention the texture even with all the products he would put on, it was still silky and smooth underneath all of that.
I ran my hairs through it once more, I can’t get enough of this feeling. I even had myself thinking he should grow out his hair just so I can play with it even more. He’s not saying a word, but I feel his breathing and he almost was…nervous? “Are you uncomfortable?” I ask him, I can’t waste my time nor make him feel like he’s forced to do this.
“E-eh..? No, just new to the feeling, go on.” He stutters, was he really ok? I pause in my self-ravenous quest to feel his hair and focused on him instead, I found myself leaning closer into his gaze. His eyes looked a lot like his mom’s, I cling onto his hair as some sort of self protective mechanism.
At this point, the tips of our noses were touching. I knew each of us were too nervous to make a move, Josuke was avoiding eye contact with me. His cheeks were rushing with color, I took the initiative and pressed my lips against his. He folded instantly, he clipped onto my shoulder as I start shoving my tongue inside the kiss.
I felt the sweat drip down his forehead, but I continued grabbing onto his hair and kissing the shit out of him. Best part about it, every time I pulled his hair he’d start whining mid make out, almost felt like a reward for these troublesome past few days.
He didn’t look so joyful or smug when he was in a position like this, the kissing didn’t stop until we were both out of breath. After I had let go, it felt like I was trying to kill myself because of how long I hadn’t been breathing. Josuke lays underneath me, doing the same, yet still looking lovely as ever.
“So, you were thinking the same thing, huh..” he pants, wiping his lips and still awestruck.
“Keep wiping it off and I’ll just kiss you again.” I threaten, although it wasn’t really a threat for either of us.
Josuke lets out a tiny smile, the restlessness of the environment was what made it so special. Most importantly, neither of us regretted a thing.
end— thank you for reading!