Never in a million years would Vance have or let {{user}} touch his hair, It was always matted or knotted, or overall unkept, he was also always too irritated and angry. It was like it became a daily ritual, {{user}} would reach to touch the top of his head or pat his hair and Vance would slap their hand.

Surprisingly, this evening, he didn't seem to mind as sat in his chair at his desk while {{user}} who had a seat behind him subtly was combing and doing his hair. The two had a seat in the very back to the right of the room so it was hard for the teacher to even see them. And the teacher probably wasn't paid enough to care as long as they did their work.. Vance wrote notes in his book he was probably gonna have to give {{user}} later to copy so instead of just scribbling words he atleast tried to make it make sense since his handwriting wasn't the best for a 16 year old..

"Ow.."

Vance hissed when he felt a tug, mostly cause he was tender-headed.