Brook x (GN) Reader
“W-what are you doing?” Brook leans away from Y/N’s hand that was inches from his face. Y/N blinks, “I was going to move the hair from your eye.”
“.....why?” “Cause.” Y/N reaches their hand forward again, “I wanna see your face.”
Brook grabs ahold of Y/N’s wrist before their finger tips could even graze his hair, “That’s stupid.”
“What?! Why?”
“Because. Who wants to see someone’s face? That’s weird. You’re weird.”














