Kuroo's s.o trying to tame his wild bedhead! （≧∇≦）
(I had a lot of fun with this! Kuroo’s hair is a national treasure.)
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
A soft giggle.
Little by little, Kuroo found himself slowly waking up to the sound of summer rain and a feathery touch upon his head. He felt cold despite the hot season and blindly patted his hands around, searching for the familiar touch of his partner in his arms.
“I’m right here, silly.”
Kuroo peeled his eyes open, one by one, as he tried easing himself up onto his forearms. His vision cleared and he could finally see the gentle countenance of his partner smiling at him. They were beautiful, outlined by the gold refracted from the sunlight and rain, as they sat back on their heels beside him on the bed.
“Good morning,” they said brightly.
“Morning,” he replied, his voice hoarse and a bit slow. He watched as his partner leaned over, reaching out to bury their hands in his sinfully chaotic hair and sift them around as if trying to style it. Ah, so that’s what the feeling on his head had been.
“What are you doing?” He laughed a little, partly because they were really cute and partly because it felt kind of funny, in a good way, having their fingertips brush against his scalp.
“Trying to tame this mane of yours,” they said, tongue poking out of the side of their mouth in deep concentration. “I thought, since you don’t sandwich your head between two pillows whenever we sleep in the same bed, your hair would somehow survive the bedhead treatment.”
“Well, did it?”
His partner shook their head as they sat back, seemingly giving up on his hair for now.
“No! Tetsu, I think your rooster hair is inherent,” they told him seriously. “It’s ingrained into your genes!”
“Hey, ‘rooster hair’ is a bit–”
“Come on, we’re taking this to the bathroom!”
They grabbed his arm, trying to heave him out of the bed. But he was bigger and heavier than them and was thus able to tug them back to him with no problem. They fell right into his arms.
“Wait, didn’t you say that it’s in my genes?” he said, winding his arms around them and letting himself tumble back onto the pillows with them in tow. “Can’t change what’s genetic.”
His partner fidgeted around, trying to free themselves from his hold. He only tightened his grasp with a broad, sleepy smile.
“Tetsu, c’mon, let go,” they whined, attempting to punch his chest. “Let’s get your rooster hair fixed!”
“Nnnnnope,” was all he said before rolling onto his stomach, laughing loudly when his partner let out a muffled yell as they were squashed beneath him. Only when he heard something that vaguely sounded like, “I can’t breathe,” did he mercifully roll off of them.
His partner immediately sat up again, springing out of bed as if they hadn’t just been bulldozed over by him a couple of seconds ago.
“Come on now!” they said cheerfully, and this time Kuroo decided to humor them, letting himself be hauled to the bathroom whilst mumbling, “Aren’t you full of energy today.”
They tried a lot of things.
First, his partner made him take a shower, which he had no problem with. His hair managed to stay down when it was drenched, wet bangs plastered over his forehead. It was a rare sight.
But the moment he began drying it with a towel, his hair immediately started taking back its original form. His partner screeched for him to stop and instead tried drying it with a hairdryer and comb, hoping that the tools would help direct the strands to move in other ways. It was all in vain; his hair gladly welcomed the heat from the dryer and began rising into its rooster form like bread rising in the oven.
They tried using hairspray, pomades, mousses, gels, waxes–anything they could find in the bathroom. (”Why do you have so many of these?” his partner asked in wonder as they examined the numerous bottles he had. “Because I’ve tried it all before, too,” he replied rather sullenly.)
It was as if his hair had biologically evolved over the years, gaining resistance to any and all kinds of products, starting from high-quality complex pomades, to the basic primitive hairbrush.
Needless to say, they were both exhausted by the time his partner decided to give up.
“Tired, huh?” Kuroo said with a grin. “I told you it’s hopeless.”
“Yeah,” they sighed with grievance, before suddenly perking up. “But this was just for fun, anyway! I actually like your rooster hair.”
Kuroo raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah! It’s uniquely you and I honestly think it looks cool. Kind of badass.” They poked his stomach. “And it’s easy to find you in crowds.”
“So even if we somehow managed to fix my hair, you’d prefer to keep the rooster?”
They nodded. “Exactly!”
Kuroo laughed, taking their hand and turning the lights off as they exited the bathroom. “That’s good. I don’t think my hair will change any time soon.”
“We can always shave it…”
“Oi.”
“Just kidding! Hey, Tetsu, let’s go get some lunch. I’m starving!”
I also agree with that anon! Loid really looks so cute sleeping! Something felt familiar when I first read the last update and I just realized it's because I totally sleep in the same position like Loid. （≧∇≦）
Omg really? I’m so happy to hear you’re finding Loid cute <3
I hope you don't mind me messaging you multiple times. (This won't be the last time muahahahaha. /SHOT/) But I just loved "Pings" so much, I can't shut up about it. Story time: I screencapped some of Tsukki's messages to Kuroo's Skype and had to go to an appointment today and looked at those screencaps on the way and I almost started crying at the train station. ＿|￣|○
haha no of course i don’t mind! i love seein messages that people send me and to think that people take the time out of their day to send me such sweet words is just so much more than i could ever ask for..! i’m so glad that you liked my fic :’-) i’ll wipe those tears for you
