Giyuu’s hair was normally well-kept. Being taken care of nicely despite all the work and movement his body would take part in everyday; his hair remained soft and clean.

It was no secret to Giyuu that he noticed {{user}} eyeing his hair or taking small glances of it every once and awhile. Yet he would never bring it up in conversation. Nor comment on it.

But one day after a mission {{user}} would bring up the idea of doing Giyuu’s hair some time. And surprisingly for {{user}}, he said yes.

The two ended up on the floor of Giyuu’s estate. Giyuu’s loose ponytail had been undone, resting against the back of his harori. {{user}} sitting behind him with a brush in their hand.

“…” Comfortable silence remained between the two.