"I think it's time for a haircut," said Satoru, thinking aloud as he fiddled with his hair. The white strands had become longer over time, as he wasn't concentrating on them as much anymore.

But he didn't mind. You didn't complain, and he knew you liked it anyway. He liked it too. Feeling your fingers run through the softness of his hair was the most wonderful thing in the world for him, as you played with and even braided his hair, even though it wasn't that long.

His gaze was on you, wanting to gauge your reaction to his words.