The Pyramids of Giza. The Great Wall of China. Stonehenge. The aurora borealis. The giant heads of Easter Island. Kuroo Tetsurou’s hair. What do all of these things have in common? They are wonders of the world. Their mere existence baffles and silences onlookers with awe. They are fascinating objects that cannot help but to seize the attention of the masses. They are wonders of the world.
You were lucky. Everyday, you had the privilege of being in the presence of a wonder. You sat right behind it, giving you the perfect opportunity to study your subject.
“Oi, (Name)-chan, if you keep looking at me like that you’re gonna burn a hole straight through my head,” Kuroo teased.
You continued to stare at the messy mop of dark hair on Kuroo’s head. It was an anomaly, truly. Every strand seemed to defy the laws of gravity, sticking up every which way. True, there was a consistent trend, falling over his right eye in a fringe. However, men did use hair gel, but Kuroo’s hair didn’t look hard and shaped by artificial products. It was natural.
“Hey, hey,” he snapped a finger breaking your trance, “my eyes are right here.”
“What is the science behind your hair?” you asked, resting your chin in the palm of your hand, “You obviously don’t use hair gel, and if you do, it’s no hair gel I’ve ever seen.”
“Ah, well, I don’t use gel. It just kinda looks like this,” he mutters nervously, scratching the back of his head. Not that he’d really admit it, but your constant staring left him a bit flustered. You had been staring at him ever since you met at the beginning of the year. You just looked so cute with your brows furrowed in concentration and pretty little lips pouted in concentration. Kuroo cleared his throat, feeling red creep across his face.
“Can I touch it? Can I touch your hair?” you asked.
Kuroo coughed, “Uh, ah, sure.”
You grinned and immediately plunged your hands into his hair. It was so soft! You were honestly amazed, too amazed to notice the shivers wracking through the boy before you. Kuroo stifled a groan as your nails gently raked over his scalp, scratching and massaging here and there. His eyes slipped closed; Kuroo was like putty under your fingertips, and he loved being touched by you.
When you pulled away, Kuroo almost cried. Almost.
“Your hair is super soft, Tetsu!” you complimented, “But I still don’t understand the physics of it.”
“Well, if you’re interested, we could always do something together sometime. Only if you want to though,” Kuroo offered with a small smile, looking up at you with genuine eyes.
“For science, of course,” he quickly added as he scratched his cheek nervously, “So you can observe my hair more.”
You giggled a bit, “Sure, Tetsu. Definitely for science.”