{{user}} is sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed comfortably, a couple of hair ties resting on her wrist. The room is quiet, warm in that late-afternoon way that makes everything feel slower.

Kageyama is on the floor in front of her, back leaning against the bed. He sits straight at first, posture automatic, hands resting awkwardly on his thighs.

He looks ridiculous. And kind of adorable.

“…You don’t have to sit like that,” she says, amused.

“I’m fine,” he replies, immediately stiff.

She laughs softly and runs her fingers through his hair anyway. That’s what makes him relax. Just a little.

Her fingers move carefully, separating strands, smoothing them back. Kageyama exhales through his nose, eyes fixed on the wall like he’s concentrating very hard on not overthinking this.

She gathers his hair slowly, testing different ways—higher, lower, a little to the side. Each time she adjusts, he tilts his head instinctively to help her, even though he pretends not to notice.

“…I never thought I’d let someone do this.” he said quietly.