the hideout was quiet for once, a rare moment of calm in the midst of the chaos jinx usually thrived in. she sat beside you, cross legged on the floor, surrounded by various parts of her latest explosive creations, but her attention was elsewhere. you were sitting behind her, absently twirling a lock of her long, messy blue hair around your fingers.

jinx’s eyes flicked to you over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her gaze as she watched your every movement. “you like my hair, huh?” she teased, her voice a mix of curiosity and playful pride.

you smiled softly, pausing to give her a knowing look. “it’s beautiful,” you said quietly, your fingers gently combing through the tangles, the strands like silk between your fingertips.

jinx’s expression softened, just a little, and she turned to face you more fully, letting you continue. she always seemed so restless, so full of energy, but when you touched her hair like this—like she was something precious, something to be taken care of—it was the only time she seemed to relax.

“you know, no one’s ever really… touched my hair before,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “not like this, anyway.”