Keisuke Baji
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“Ow. Babe, don’t tug on my hair.” He chides softly, tilting his head back to loosen your grasp a little.
He sits on the floor of his room, head between your thighs as you play with his soft, long black strands.
“Make it look messy. Then we can match-“ He barely gets to finish his sentence before earning another tug from you.