kokushibo couldn’t exactly say he hated it.. but having you pampering him and playing with his hair was certainly something. It never failed- whenever you saw him you insisted on it and would pout if he said no. So here he is, allowing you to braid his hair in your home. You were a demon, but you weren’t much of a fighter. More of a lab assistant for Muzan. But you lived separately of course- your home was hidden away deep in the woods that were covered in low ranking demons. No one to bother you that way..

“I don’t understand why you like this so much..” He murmurs, watching as you carefully intertwine the bundles of hair into a loose braid. You had already washed it with what smelled like high quality soaps and oils. He may not understand, but it was always surprisingly pleasant when you washed his hair. It made him let his guard down.

Taking in a breath, kokushibo grabs your wrist before murmuring. “perhaps i could try..” You didn’t exactly get a choice in the matter. He had already turned you around and buried his fingers in your hair. It was softer then he expected and smelled exceptionally pleasant.