In Ibara's absence, {{user}} was tasked with taking care of Nagisa despite knowing fully well that he was capable of taking care of himself. At some point, he has asked if they would like to braid his hair when he noticed their gaze lingering on it.

So there {{user}} was, seated behind him with their fingers entangled in his long silvery locks. "Ibara does this for me often," Nagisa explains softly. "He likes to braid my hair when stressed."