Bruce/Saito "Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
Bruce walked around the living room, searching every drawer, cupboard to no avail. Where was that hairbrush? He was sure he had left it around here… Defeated, he went back upstairs, to his room where Saito was waiting.
"Hey, have you seen the…? Oh." The sight before him was a little amusing. Saito was sitting on his bed, and brushing his hair with, oh coincidence, the hairbrush Bruce had been looking for. When Saito saw him, he jumped and blushed. Bruce laughed.
"W-What? I like to take care of my hair too." He mumbled embarrassed. Bruce approached him and sat behind him. He took the brush. "I didn’t say anything. Now let me help you." Bruce began to brush his hair. Saito sighed. It felt nice, and it made him a little drowsy. "Alright…I’m brushing yours next."
