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Nekomaru's hair formed cat ears. His black-blue hair at the back sides of his head pointed up. To Nekomaru, it was a physical accessory of showing his spirit and energy always radiated, that it was alwaya high, always alive. He was right, and Teruteru gradually adopted that belief that high spirit and energy can show physically on a person.
And another part of that belief system was that "Nekomaru has cat ears".
Teruteru always had the urge to pet that part of his boyfriends hair, like he's pet the heads of the cats that would be wandering around the Hanamura Diner back home. But he wouldn't do that if he didn't want Nekomaru to look at him weird.
But then came the day Nekomaru fell asleep near Teruteru's chest. Or half asleep, as he usually snored so loud that Teruteru glady took the living room sofa (or under Nekomaru's shirt as a noise dampener and the mans chest as his cushion), here? He was silent. Probably in thought that he didn't realise he slowly shuffled and shimmied down next to Teruteru on the bed and leaned in, then Teruteru had all of the largest man he's ever seen beneath his chin.
Teruteru held his breath, his face heated rapidly and his body turned stiff as a board as he look down, at the top of the blue-black hair, the top of the broad shoulders, the rest of Nekomaru's shoulders lengthing down the mattress as Teruteru's own body length ended at the centre of Nekomaru's midriff, Teruteru's foot nudging against Nekomaru's abdomen. And best of all? There was the top of Nekomaru's "cat ears".
Teruteru bit his lower lip as he stared at them with glassy eyes, then came his hand, slowly lifting until his palm hovered over Nekomaru's hair,
"Hope y'won't mind this, cher'..." Teruteru suddenly muttered, the vibration of his voice vibrated against Nekomaru's cheek, where it was pressed to Teruteru's sternum.
"Hm?" Those words were enough to drag Nekomaru out of his thoughts, and he almost lifted his head before he felt Teruteru's smaller (and he didn't realise how small it was until it touched him) hand on his head, so soft...
"Wh-" Nekomaru was puzzled for a few seconds as he stared at nothing past Teruteru's shoulder. Teruteru was grinning bright with starry eyes.
His hand lightly dragged to the back of Nekomaru's head, and his hair 'flipped' back into its shape when Teruteru wasn't pressing on them anymore.
"Uh... Teruteru?"
"Almost done, cher'..."
"Why are you... petting my head?" Nekomaru's words paused in utter puzzlement. Not anger, he could never be angry at Teruteru, but what was THIS about?
"Cat ears..." Teruteru muttered, almost embarrased.
"Cat ears?"
Both of Teruteru's hands came up and pitched his finger tips together and shaped the ends of Nekomaru's hair further into the "plane ears",
"You have cat ears, cher'..."
Nekomaru slowly sat up until he was looming over Teruteru- like he usually did- and his hand subconsciously came to the back of his hair, his "spirit" hair.
"You mean my hair?"
Teruteru, engulfed under Nekomaru's shadow, nodded, his face still flushed and hands to his chest almost timidly. His grin was bashful,
"Yeah," he whispered, "I like it. It's cute."
Nekomaru stared at him for a few seconds, before a subtle "what do I do with you" smile came over his face, he leaned in once more, to the same position as before, and guided Teruteru's hand with his own back to his head. He "nuzzled" into Teruteru's palm, almost like an actual cat,
"You're impossible," Nekomaru muttered, his tone almost fond.