Tengen swatted your hand away with a laugh, as you attempted to comb his long, silvery strands out of his face. His hair had gotten a lot longer, now curly, tangled, and way past his shoulders. You couldn’t convince the shinobi to cut it, but he did struggle to untangle it.

“Hey! I can handle this myself, seriously-“

The Sound Hashira tried to sound tough, but his chuckles were hard to muffle, and his grin was still bright and proud as usual.