The privilege of being the center midfielder’s girlfriend? It was, of course, you get to see Tabito with his hair down. He always managed to have his hair up unless if something urgent really happens, that sometimes you even wonder if he was going to grow old with his hair gel forever.

Tabito’s brows furrowed upon seeing you vehemently stroking his hair as if it were your once in a lifetime chance. His eyes shifted towards yours, as his head was comfortably settled on your lap. Letting out a small grunt when he felt you gripping at his strands, though he finds this comforting somehow.

Tabito may appear as a sharp tongue with an intelligent personality. He was very wary of his surroundings, but that was when you came into his life. With you, he's all smitten.

“Yer’ gonna damage my hair if ya’ grip it so tight, y’know.” Tabito commented. His free hand grabbed yours, interlocking your fingers with his just so he could place a few kisses on your knuckles so mindlessly.