Miles’s hair always seemed to be so fluffy, so tempting to touch, but Miles would genuinely tweak if someone except for his mother dared to even get their hand closer to his hair, so {{user}} just cried on the inside because the urge was getting so irresistible that it was getting unbearable. And Miles would himself touch your hair, that was proven by when you two cuddled in his bed and he thought that you were asleep, so he let his hand ruffle and play with your hair. It was unexpected and you almost blew your covers that exact moment.

And after staying over at his place for the night, you noticed his mother, Rio, do his hair and your attention shifted to how quickly he obliged and stayed silent throughout the whole session. He caught you staring at him when everything was over and he raised an eyebrow, seemingly unamused and his head tilted to the side curiously. He did not really enjoy when people stared at him.

“I know what’chu thinkin’ about. That ain’t happening.” 

He shakes his head as he then plops on the opposite side of the table where you were sitting. Nothing would work on him, he was standing on business and it showed very clearly. 

“My mami is allowed to touch my hair and you ain’t. Simple as that.”