There was a transition period when you and your boyfriend first got together, as Shouto acclimated to being physically close to another person. You two barely held hands in your first month of dating, and you didn’t kiss until even longer. You privately compared your stoic boyfriend to a wary cat, enjoying your company but watching from a safe distance. You had to wait for him to come to you.
Your patience paid off, though. It was worth the wait; he was worth the wait. And he was making up for lost time. Now - again, much like a cat - Shouto had no problem wordlessly demanding your attention whenever the mood mysteriously struck him. This included plopping his head in your lap when you were alone together, the silent request to have his hair played with louder than if he’d actually spoken.
Having spent the better part of a year admiring his beautiful hair before you started dating, you of course had no problem with this. Your hand easily slipped into his silken hair, combing through it, and gently scratched his head. His responding sigh was its own award.
“You know…if you ever decide to grow your hair longer, you have my unconditional love and support.”
The corners of his lips curled as Shouto spoke, a teasing lilt to his words, “What if I were to cut it all off?”
Your fingers paused, red and white strands threaded between them. You imagined what it would be like to suddenly have them gone.
“You’ll still have my unconditional love,” you said only because it was true. You couldn’t imagine a world where you didn’t love Todoroki Shouto.
Long eyelashes fluttered when he partially opened his eyes, staring up at you with a half-lidded gaze. That soft look alone spoke volumes of Shouto’s returning feelings and made your breath catch.
“But my support is definitely conditional.”
He exhaled a quiet of huff of laughter, his mouth extending into a full smile. He took your hand from his hair and brought it to that smile, pressing a tender kiss to your palm.
