Master Kohga groaned. He absolutely did not want to do his own hair. His hair was extremely curly and tough to comb through after he left it up in his bun for so long.

He stared at himself in the reflection, his mask on the counter beside him. He glared at his hair before picking up the hair pick.

But then you walked in.

"There you are, babe!"

Kohga practically pushed the hair pick into your hands. He plopped down onto the stool in front of the bathroom counters and waited for you to brush his hair for him.

"I haven't combed it for two weeks so there's gonna be quite a few knots."

He informed as he stared at himself with a big grin.