It was quiet and calm in the streets of Shibuya, the moonlight shining through your blinds as you threaded your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair. You were supposed to be styling it, but the second you took the hair ties out and let his hair fall loose, you lost all sense of what you were doing before.

Choso liked feeling your hands on him, especially when your nails strummed against his scalp gently, sending a shiver down his spine. He was tired, couldn’t be bothered to even deal with Kenjaku, Jogo or Mahito today so he just escaped when he had the chance and came right back to you. The two of you hated those guys anyway.

His back hair was long, just about past his shoulders. He couldn’t even remember the last time he took his hair out. His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer in bed, nuzzling your chest gently and letting out a deep sigh of contentment, leaning into your touches and caresses on his head.