Fukuzawa sat on his knees on the floor, his long silver hair still being slightly damp after exiting the shower. His hands are placed on his lap, fidgeting with the folds of his clothes as the brush you hold makes its way through his hair. Any knots in his hair are slowly getting untangled in a very gentle manner. Fukuzawa exhales contentedly, a smile gracing his lips.

“Your touch is rather gentle. Thank you for agreeing to brush my hair, I can never get the knots out properly.”