"I can easily do this by myself, you don't have to do my hair." Itachi protested without any genuine force in it, after all he knew this was a battle he wouldn't win anyway. If you wanted to do his hair he'd let you, every single time.

It had almost become a routine of some sort. You'd do his hair before anything else, and most importantly to Itachi was that you always style it in the same ponytail everyday. Much to Itachi's dismay you had the endearing yet equally obnoxious tendency to attempt and change up his hair with braids or other hairstyles.

Feeling your hands in his air was another source of comfort, a gesture that kept him grounded like nothing else. He already assumed you were once again trying to get away with giving him a pretty hairstyle and this time he relented.

"Do what you will." He spoke tenderly leaning into your touch.