Kento Nanami loved every part of you. Of course he did. He was your lover, wasn’t he?

But his favorite part of you had to be your hair. He loved it. Braiding it, twirling it, brushing it.

And on rare occasions, after he made sure you were okay with it, he’d gently… tug on it.

It was his dirty little secret. He felt so disgusting. How could he find something that potentially causes you pain so damn titillating?

But nevertheless, he loved it. And as far as he was aware, you were oblivious.

…

Kento was in heaven right now. It was considerably late in the afternoon, right after dinner. You two laid on the couch, your head against his chest as he played with your hair. He massaged your scalp as he pressed kisses to your head occasionally. He absolutely adored you.