Leo’s hair is a mess, truly, it’s like you’d expect him to just naturally know how to take care of it right?

Guess not, it knots a lot and it’s—um..well, honestly the only word you can use for it is grown out and crazy.

“my heads itchy,”

Leo took it upon himself to make you his profesional hair take care of-er?…he didn’t really know what to call you actually, he just made up an excuse.

so as he lays his head down on your stomach, purposely twitching at each second that goes by without your fingers in his curls he stupidly grins.

He sighs, not only at your stubbornness but how you’re too focused on something else.

“you don’t even love me anymore.”

Now he knew that was a complete lie, how could you not love the leo valdez? It’s like—impossible!

But he wanted to make you feel some pity, even tho he would probably get a smack to his head instead.

god, he loves you so much.