c/w: gender neutral reader, sfw, domestic fluff, reader has long hair, reader is a bit of a menace, not beta read
a/n: i got all my information about sitetampo from his streams and japanese fandom sites but i'm not 100% fluent in japanese yet. so if you find something that i got wrong please tell me!
„How dare you?“
“Hm?“, Sitetampo looked up at you. You just came out of the shower now standing in the doorway from the bathroom to your shared bedroom. His thumb stops swiping on his phone, while his other hand was still roughly rubbing his freshly bleached hair dry with a towel, „was the hot water empty i promise-„
“It‘s not about the water, it‘s about this“ you point at the way he is drying his hair, pouting, „this is terrible. And your shampoo is terrible, and your conditioner is stretched with water!“
Sitetampo drops his towel, and it carelessly falls onto his shoulder, his mind racing why this was suddenly a problem. „I‘m sorry?“
„You should be“ you grumble, a little over the top, before walking back into the bathroom, carefully pressing your hair with a towel, to dry it without breaking.
Sitetampo stays seated on the bed before he decides to follow you, playing into your antics. He pops his head through the door, „babe, what exactly am I sorry for again?“
Without looking away from yourself in the mirror, you push your bottle of hair oil into his eyesight, „what it that?“ He looks at you confused. „That's it. This is what you are sorry for“, you pout again and start massaging the hair oil into your ends, hoping to soothe your hair that has been stressed from the dry air lately.
“I‘m super sorry, for not knowing what hair products you use?“ He tries with a small smile and stands next to you in front of the mirror. Picking up his hairbrush, an old plastic brush that has definitely seen better days.
Disapprovingly you look at that sad excuse of a hairbrush, “You are not brushing your wet hair with that thing right?“
“I always brush my hair with that“ even though he was aware of you just teasing, slowly your antics made him feel defensive about his almost non existent hair routine.
“And that's the problem, you rub your hair dry, you bleach it every month, you use the cheapest shampoo you can find and your conditioner is 90% water at this point. And it still is that healthy, and shiny, and pretty.“ you complain with just the slightest smile, no longer able to keep up the front, washing the leftover hair oil from your hands,
Your favourite laugh fills the room, „just let me get this right“, he smiles at you, finally getting behind your fake-pouty mood, „you are mad at me, because you think that I have nice hair?“
“No, I‘m mad at you because you have nice hair without trying.“ You finally turn to him now full on pouting again. „And that's just not fair.“
“You are so right, the universe chose the wrong person to give healthy hair to, it should have been you“, Sitetampo steps behind you, laying his hands on your hips, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror. His eyes are fond, as he takes in your appearance.
“Now you get it“, you fake whine, a little giggle in your voice.
“I‘m so sorry for having perfect hair“, his voice is teasing but soft, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin.
“You better be“, you take one of his hands in yours squeezing it for a short moment, „can I brush it? I have a detangler for wet hair. And maybe some leave in conditioner?“
You can feel him nodding in your back, and he squeezes your hips again, „i think I gave myself a bird's nest while drying.“ His voice low as he admits his hair care faults.
“That's why you should press your hair dry.“ You laugh softly and he does too as he joins in.
“Teach me next time?“ An honest request.
You're endeared by his low voice and soft gestures, „of course. Now sit down in front of the couch, I grab my things.“ A kiss is pressed into the back of your neck that makes all the little hairs on your body stand up. Before he slowly steps away from you walking to your living room.
You join him just a couple of seconds later, seeing SItetampo sitting on the ground before the couch, a gameplay video of a brawls stars match running in his phone, before he switches to his football game and then to some messages, back to the gameplay, his brain back on the search of constant simulation. Suppressing another giggle you sit down behind him. He straightens his terrible posture a little as you start spraying the conditioner on his hair. „Tell me if I hurt you, yeah?“ Your fingers are already digging into his hair, softly massaging in the conditioner. He mumbles affirmatively, leaning into your touch. His phone forgotten, as soon as you start to gently brush his hair. His thumbs still for once.
The process is easy thanks to the conditioner and the unfairly good state his hair is in. Sitetampo fully leans into the soft strokes of the brush. „Are you actually angry about my hair?“
You almost missed his quiet question, lost in thought as your work through his hair, „of course not. I‘m just teasing.“
“I would shave it off for you“, he offers and you are unsure if he is actually joking about it.
“Don’t, you love your hair, I love your hair.“ His hair is detangled and you instead softly massage his upper neck now, pressing your fingers into his shoulders every now and then.
“I love you more“, it was not clear if Sitetampo was listening to himself right now, or if his brain had already turned into mush at the gentle treatment.
The smile on your lips is soft, and your body feels warm, with affection.
“No shaving, just a new conditioner.“ You can‘t help but tease him just one last time.
“Deal, but only if you brush my hair more often from now on.“
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