"mnn.."

mahito leaned his head back, relishing in the feel of your hands in his hair.

you saw him flipping through a hair magazine and attempting one of the hairstyles, only to fail constantly.

finding his liking for the hair cute, you decided to help him.

but his hair was tangled, messy, knotted and you could barely brush it out with a comb or your hands.

you were starting to wonder if the curse even knew how to wash his hair at all. he probably didn't.