Shiro resting behind Keith with his legs crossed. Keith’s been growing out his hair since he was younger, it now falls around his hips. Shiro brushes a comb through the hair. He’s delicate and respecting; starting from ends and working up to roots, in sections. Keith sighs contentedly. When Shiro’s brushed the oils from scalp to end, leaving the hair soft and shining, he braids it. It’s so long, and managing it is hard for Keith. It’s always a treat when Shiro pulls him away to re-braid it for him.
Keith moves his head to watch him from behind. He smiles a gentle smile. ”I love you, Takashi. Thank you.”
”I love you.” He whispers and kisses the pleat that spills over his hand.
Shiro untucks his legs and pulls Keith between them. His arms are large, circling around Keith and cradling him to his chest. He rests his head in the junction between the other’s neck and shoulder. Keith laughs softly, as tender and sweet as every other gesture he gives when they’re alone; when Shiro is tending to him.
”You’re so beautiful, Keith.” He turns his face and ghosts his lips across his neck.