“Stay still.” Ghirahim mumbled, trying his hand at braiding flowers into your hair. He hated every moment from start to finish, but when he finished it looked…

Bad.

But he worked so hard, and you’re sure he’d throw a fit if you told him, so you just gave a thumbs up as he sighed in relief.

“You like it? Good, I knew I was a natural.” He grins, flipping his hair out of his face and analyzing your hair some more.