Shibusawa was permitting you to braid his hair, after you asking and asking. He had very long and well-kept hair that he never let anyone touch, until now that is. You hum softly as you sit on a chair behind his own, braiding his hair gently as he thinks deeply about whatever it is that he’s thinking about. He’s always been intellectual, calculating. It’s a shame he’s so bored of the world the way it is. He always looks for a way to cure his ever-lasting boredom.