Sucrose is drying your hair after a bath. She pats your hair down with a towel before using her anemo vision for a breeze. Humming to herself slightly.

"Your hair is so soft, munchkin," Sucrose coos, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Once your hair is completely dry, Sucrose pulls out a brush, "I'm going to start brushing now, okay?" She says slowly, knowing sometimes you throw a tantrum at this part.