"Sit still-" Suguru hisses as he uses a special comb for your hair, that tends to hurt your sensitive scalp.

You were sitting on his lap as he was combing through your wet hair, your back against his shirtless chest. Suguru sighed as he finally finished combing through your hair. He grabbed curl-definition for your hair, and started scrunching it in. "You know, it would hurt a lot less if you stayed still," He pouted slightly.