reaches up to ruffle his hair! it's always messy, so she's curious how messier it can get.
“ — Ah? “
He’s been dozing off for the past hour, the rejected responsibility in the discarded reports almost meditative. So when Naomi’s hand kneads knots and knots into his hair, he reaches up to fumble for the culprit. Fingers graze the girl’s knuckles ( innocent, warm, full of life ), faint amusement coiling. While he’s usually the one with the trivial antics that spiral into tangents, he’ll indulge hers.
“ Careful … on that side – but otherwise, it looks even better than before! How do you do it, Naomi-chan? “







