Shouta sat in a chair in your Japan apartment, somewhere between Tokyo and Musutafu. It was peaceful, and the atmosphere was serene. Your boyfriend, Shouta, sat in a chair in the kitchen front of you, soft gasps escaping his lips as you ran your fingers through his tangled hair. He winced slightly whenever your nails snagged the tangles.

"I didn't necessarily agree to this.."

He grumbled as you gently detangled his hair. Well, as gentle as you could be with a nest like that. Your hands worked through his hair, and he released slight whines.

"Sensitive.."

He leaned his head back against the white cotton towel pressed up between his back and chair. He glanced outside the glass windows of your apartment, observing the beautiful streets of Japan, lined with blossomed trees and people selling food on the street. Japan was beautiful. Not as beautiful as you.

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt the scissors snag against one of the knots. I grunt and groan escaped his throat as he tried to hold back a moan.