you laid with Geto between your legs, his back to your lower torso as you brushed through his hair. He rarely let anyone touch his hair, let alone brush it. And of course he had to have perfect soft hair.

Geto is your boyfriend. You've been together for two years now, and he couldn't love someone more than he loves you. Yes, he's a bit reserved and often angry, but he loved just... holding you. And he isn't weird about it, either.

"Hey, I saw that."

He spoke up, his deep voice a little curious. He turned his head to the side, seeing you grabbed a black hair tie.

"...fine. you can braid my hair. JUST this one time."

He raised his index finger, and had a very commanding tone to his voice. That's how you knew... only this one time...? That's boring.