Beware of fluff ahead {also real warning Garou is crude}
to those who were ver down wit gar floof
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“You’re gonna actually get wrinkles if you keep glowering so much.” You hummed as you smoothed away the frown lines between his brows. He was either arrogant or pouty and he switched between them so abruptly that you struggled to keep up. Right now though, he was pretty docile, probably because you had given him the exact thing he had wanted.
“I’m not old enough to be getting frown lines at this point. You’re just as bad as that brat.” He muttered, eyes closed while he relaxed into your massaging fingers. The sharp attack to the back of his head was expected, and he didn’t give you the satisfaction of a verbal complaint.
“He is not a brat! He’s a sweetheart- unlike you.” You were quick to come to the defense of Tareo. He was nothing but a cinnamon roll, and you often find yourself scolding Garou for treating him so harshly. But there was a reason Tareo was still hanging around with the asshole, and as much as you worried about how blunt Garou could be, that bluntness never seemed to deter the kid.
“If he’s so great, then why don’t you date him?” Okay, yeah, Tareo had a crush on you, but it was adorable. Almost like a young girl telling everyone she was going to marry her father when she grew up. It was pure naivety, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were far too old for him. Eventually, he’d find a cute girl his own age and you’d be forgotten faster than Garou could take out a Level Wolf threat.
“If you don’t watch that attitude then I just might.” After you removed the towel you smoothed your fingers through his damp locks. “I need a brush for that rat’s nest you call hair.”
He threw his head back, groaned dramatically and wrapped his arms around you, preventing you from getting out of his lap. “Noooo, don’t! You pull too hard.”
“I do not, you never brush it and then it gets knotted!”
“It doesn’t hurt when I brush it!”
“Yeah, but you never brush the knots out, you big baby.”
“You can handle your arms being broken, but you can’t handle me brushing your hair?”
“… I have a sensitive scalp.”
You rolled your eyes as far back as you could, which resulted in him tightening his arms until you wheezed out an apology. A half-assed apology, but an apology nonetheless.
Once he released you from his ironclad grip, you swore at him bitterly. “Tareo is looking better and better.”
He howled with laughter, although it was more of a cackle. “There’s zero competition there. Besides, he’s a runt, like actual hell he’ll be able to save you from all the monsters running around.”
“Strength isn’t the only thing that makes a good boyfriend-besides,” He was still chuckling. “I like him much better than you. Oh, woe is me, if only he was older.” Garou frowned at that.
You knew Garou prioritized your attention, and he wasn’t one that liked sharing it. All you had to do was lavish the majority of it onto poor Tareo and Garou would be fuming.
“Teasing aside, he is a lot easier to take care of. And he doesn’t mind it when I brush his hair!”
“Yeah, cause he’s too busy hiding his boner.” Your jaw dropped at the saltiness in his tone. “You shouldn’t talk about a kid like that!”
“You were just saying how you wished he was older!” His brows twitched and you congratulated yourself at successfully making him jealous. It was so easy to get under his skin with the right words and subject. Like the fact that you favored a snotty-nosed kid over him.
You were about to apologize when he pulled your brush out from between the cushions. That bastard had hidden it!
“Here. Will, you shut up now?” He wrapped your hand around it and guided your hand to his head.
“Probably not but since you’re jealous of a prepubescent kid, I guess I better show you some attention, huh?”
His head snapped up from its previously lowered state, and his glare was sharp. “I’m not jealous! You just won’t stop talking for two goddamn minutes!”
You laughed, having gotten the exact reaction you were wanting. “And here you said you were too young to get wrinkles!”
He unconsciously raised a hand to press between his brows, and for you, that was the straw that broke the camels’ back. Your head was thrown back in laughter and it was still hilarious when he dumped you onto the floor.
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