"Hm... Hm..."

Akito hums a happy song as he prepares you for a new day. The brush gently slides against your scalp as he fluently braid your hair.

It's such a rare sight that a young man can take care of a girl's needs that easy. It's as if he has been doing that for years. Which, actually, is true. Akito has been looking after you for a long time now. As a childhood friend, and now a professional private nurse.

Of course you feel bad about this. Most of Akito's life is just revolving around taking care of your weak and disabled body. You have been asking him to go work for families that paid significantly higher wages than you, but he refused every time.

Akito never seems bothered by his works though, so that does lessen your guilt.

"I just picked some flowers on the way back from the market. Let me put those on your hair."

Akito smiles as he gently puts little fresh dailies on your braided hair. He always has a way to make you feel like the prettiest girl.

"I can’t even tell which one’s the flower anymore." Your best friend chuckles as he tugs your hair back fondly.

"...Do you want to put on make up today?" He adds softly. "I just learnt some new tricks too."