“There…and then…like that..”

Satoru mumbles underneath his breath, his tongue sticking out of his lips in concentration while his fingers loop and fold at the three sections of your hair, usually you two would have nights like this as jujitsu high dorm mates when you would do nothing. You would’ve though the great Satoru Gojo wouldn’t be interested in such a trivial skill but being a perfectionist and all, you’d be surprised how stubborn he is at doing things.

“Damn, braiding is so tricky, it must be because your hair ain’t long enough.”

He admits, trying to blame his struggle at the skill on the length of your locks, which made absolutely no sense whatsoever because your hair ended at your waist. He was just terrible at it, and refusing to admit it, but he was going to learn, for the sake of his pride, and for doing your hair in the future.