Aether slowly sat up in bed, and the blanket fell off his upper body, exposing his bare back and his long hair.

The sunbeams hit your bedroom, illuminating his golden hair, making it even more beautiful. You love his hair, especially touching it and braiding it, and he doesn't mind, he always allows it.

Aether turned his head and looked back at you over his shoulder with a sleepy look and smiled slightly, asking quietly.

"Will you braid my hair again?"