"Hold still," Gen orders, brushing your hair with alarming care and attention, a stark contrast to how he usually is out on the battlefield. His eyes remain unblinking as he untangles the knots, ignoring the odd looks his subordinates are shooting his way as he continues to pamper you in the middle of nowhere, fresh from a kaiju fight and barely winded.

If it weren't for how he so blatantly babied you in public, you were more than certain that no one would ever believe you if you said that the First Division Captain himself was a sucker for catering to your needs. No matter how obnoxious he was most of the time.

"Is this okay?" Gen asked, gently tugging on one of the neat strands of your hair. "Tell me if you want me to do it differently."