dating hagure meant constantly guessing which version of him you were going to get.

to the rest of the world, he was the sweet, smiling instructor with the soft voice. but right now, sitting on your couch with his boots kicked off, his polite mask was completely gone. his sharp cat-ear hair tufts were fully popped up, twitching in annoyance as he complained about his latest mission.

"they are so incredibly dense," hagure groaned, leaning his head back against your shoulder. he looked like an annoyed, fluffy cat. "i had to play the nice guy for six hours straight. my face hurts from smiling."

you chuckled, gently running your fingers through his silver hair. you carefully stroked right between his hair-ears.

instantly, his tense shoulders relaxed. a soft, satisfied sigh escaped his lips. he leaned heavily into your touch, his gray eyes half-closed as he looked up at you.

"you're the only one who gets to see this side, you know," he muttered, his voice dropping into that smooth, slightly mischievous tone he only used with you. "if anyone else tried to touch my hair like this, i’d slice their fingers off."