You asked for prompts, so I hope you're still taking them. So one time I went for a haircut with my usual stylist who is really cute, but I usually wear glasses so I take them off when he cuts my hair. This time, however, I had my contact lenses in and I ended up awkward staring as this beautiful man for the hour or so it took him to do my hair. I swear I was pink by the end. Maybe Sheith? Any pairing of your choice would be okay! <3
aww that’s so sweet! eye candy for like an hour? mhmm mmhmm. I’m gonna take liberties with this and adapt it to canonverse sheith because sheith haircutting is my LIFE. :)
“Your hair’s getting long.”
Keith looks up from his book to see none other than Takashi Shirogane standing next to his desk in the library, staring down at him. Face heating up, he drops his head and buries his nose back in his book.
“Yeah?” he asks, a little more aggressively than he means to. “And?”
“You should cut it,” Shiro says.
And before Keith knows it, a jolt of electricity shoots down his spine as warm fingers thread themselves through the hair at the back of his neck. Avoiding the older man’s gaze, he purses his lips.
“I don’t have the time or money for a barber right now,” Keith tells him. “And it’s the least of my worries how long my hair gets.”
“I could cut it for you,” Shiro offers. His hand moves from Keith’s neck to clap him on the shoulder and Keith feels this lurch in his stomach.
“When and where?” he asks, still avoiding Shiro’s eyes.
“I’m free tonight,” Shiro replies. “And we can use my bathroom.”
Keith chances a glance up at him and swallows. There’s a kind smile on Shiro’s face and it causes a familiar warmth to spread inside Keith’s chest.
“Okay,” Keith smiles. “Thanks.”
Keith listens to the quiet, slow sound of snipping as he stares down at the floor of Shiro’s bathroom. His shirt lies in a crumpled heap next to the sink and short strands of his black hair litter the white tiles at his feet.
Keith shivers when Shiro pulls at another lock. He tries not to, but every time Shiro’s fingers graze over his neck, a prickly sensation tingles beneath his skin.
“Are you alright?” Shiro asks, pausing his actions right away. “Let me know if I accidentally hurt you.”
Keith looks up at the mirror and meets Shiro’s concerned gaze.
“No,” he assures. “You didn’t.”
This time, as Shiro resumes the haircutting, Keith doesn’t look away. He can’t help but stare, his eyes following Shiro’s cheeks and tracing along his chiseled jawline. It’s not the first time Keith’s admired his features, but it’s the first time he’s had an innocent reason to keep staring, especially at such close proximity.
Keith loses track of time as Shiro continues to snip away at the ends of his hair. There’s something about the silence between them as Shiro concentrates, his brows furrowed and his tongue stuck out, that calms Keith. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt this content, but he knows it’s something he wants to hold on to forever.
And so, with a small smile on his face, Keith continues to watch Shiro, committing every detail of this moment to memory.
Just when Keith wonders if he’s been staring at him for too long, Shiro looks up at him in the mirror and smiles. Keith looks away at once, his cheeks warm.
“I think I’m about done,” Shiro says, folding his arms to inspect the overall look in the mirror.
“Thanks,” Keith returns, not quite meeting Shiro’s gaze. “Uh – I can help you clean up.”
“Don’t worry about it, I just need to vacuum,” he says, gently kicking the cut hair into one huge pile as Keith throws his shirt back on.
Once Keith’s head pops out of the shirt, he catches Shiro looking back at him, contemplating.
“Uh.. is there something on my face?” Keith asks.
Shiro shakes his head with a chuckle.
“No, I just think it looks good,” he replies. His eyes widen and he adds, “Um – the hair, I mean. Though of course, I’m a little biased.”
Keith reaches up a hand to scratch at his newly cut hair. His face now feels so warm, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover.
“Thanks, Shiro,” he mutters. “Guess you’ll have to be the one to cut my hair from now on.”
He turns to leave before any other incident can happen and is just about to open the dorm room’s door when Shiro’s voice makes him stop.
“Anytime, Keith,” he says. “Anytime.”
With a small smile on his face, Keith turns the knob and exits.
