Despite your long-term relationship with Fujin, you barely managed to see him with his hair down a couple of times. Obviously, your views on his hair did not go unnoticed.

The light gray strands of hair in your hands feel like silk right now; soft and flowing, flowing from your fingertips as you touch them.

"You should have just asked, you know?" Fujin speaks calmly with a faint smile on his lips, at the same time handing you a small flower, which you weave into his hair, making a familiar braid.