@muffinhoe-thedragon I did the thing~ ;)
“Let me do your hair.” Bokuto had said that afternoon, when they were lazing on the couch, Kenma playing his video game while Bokuto watched sports on the TV.
Kenma eyed him but shrugged, figuring it couldnt hurt to let Bokuto to try to do his hair. “Okay.” Kenma said, looking back down at his PSP.
He felt Bokuto perk up beside him and then he was bounding out of the room. Kenma slumped into the cushions of the couch, waiting for his return. He heard the heavy footsteps before he saw him, and narrowed his eyes when he saw the can of hairspray in Bokuto’s hand.
“What is that?” Kenma asked, pausing his game.
Bokuto grinned sheepishly and shook the can, “Hairspray! So we can match!” He sat next to Kenma and made him turn so he was facing away from him.
Kenma just sighed and turned his attention back to his game. He closed his eyes when he felt Bokuto brush his hair, always loving the feeling. Bokuto was always so gentle with his hair, brushing the knots out for him.
Then he was pulling his hair up and spraying it, only for it fall limp and slightly crunchy back against Kenma’s cheeks.
“It’s not working.” Bokuto whined after a moment. Kenma just hummed as Bokuto started brushing his hair again. It kind of hurt because his hair was filled with spray but Bokuto worked it out.
“I have a backup plan though!” Bokuto exclaimed, going back to tugging on Kenma’s hair. Kenma smiled softly to himself and let Bokuto do his thing, loving the way his thick fingers pulled at his hiar.
“You look soooo cute!” Bokuto hooted and made Kenma turn to face him when he was done. He took a picture - which Kenma made a displeased face at - and showed it to him.
Kenma’s hair was styled in pigtails, neat with no bumps of hair. He actually did look kind of cute. Kenma reached up to play with it for a moment before nodding.
“Do you like it?” Bokuto asked. eyes big with hope.
Kenma leaned towards him and kissed his cheek softly, “I do.”
Bokuto whooped and pulled Kenma’s to his chest, Kenma yelping in surprise before settling there, not minding Bokuto basically mandhandling him. Bokuto grinned and hooked his chin over Kenma’s shoulder, asking him about the game he was playing.
Kenma couldn’t hide his smile behind his hair like he normally would, but right then he didn’t want to.