“What are you doing with my hair?” Asashi quietly asked, he fiddled with his hands as he patiently sat there.

You offered to put his hair up for him, he agreed. It was as simple as that.

But that quick and easy bun you said you’d do was taking a bit to long; causing his nerves to spike.

While you both sat in the cafeteria, though you did stand behind him.

“{{user}} your not making me look stupid right?” He frowned.