hinata shoyo — a new hairstyle
"don't move," he pouted, completely concentrated on his work. putting his heart and soul in it.
he was sat behind you, trying his best to not bull a single strand of your hair.
shoyo had learned how to do braids for his little sister. when his mum was tired, he did her hair.
this skill ended up being useful. not only for his sister.
you were sat on the edge of the couch at hinata's house. he had an exam coming soon, so he asked for your help to study.
hopping you could perform the miracle of teaching him all he needed.
as you gave your lesson, a lock of hair insisted on covering your eyes. you tugged it behind your ear multiple times, but it keeped going back, to the middle of your sight. like it belonged there.
hinata offered his serveses to you. he could make two braids on your hair to keeping it out of your face.
"you have really gentle hand, did you know that?" you played with the pen in your hand.
"yeah, i try to. didn't want to make natsu cry," he said tying the last braid with an elastick band. "all done," shoyo patted your upper arms.
"thanks," you scoot back, falling limb in his arms. for instinct, he holds you.
shoyo ajusts his position for a better comfort, cuddling you closer.
you lift your head and plant a peck on his jaw, a reward or payment for his work.
"if the volleyball carrier goes wrong, you can be a hairstylist," you said, resting your head on your shoulder.
"no, that would be terrible..." he said staring straight forward, a little dissociated. "why would you want that to happen?" frowning his eyebrows.
"to have a personal hairstylist? but having a volleyball player bf might be cooler, actually."
"way cooler," he exclaimed. shoyo relaxed his laying down on his side, bringing you with him. spooning you, he nuzzled his face on the nape of your neck.
the study session was long forgotten. a nap session was in it's place now.
"shoyo , what happened to you?" mrs. hinata looked puzzled at his appearance.
shoyo had just woken up from his nap. you weren't there anymore.
you left a message, saying you had to go but felt bad to wake him up, leaving quietly to go home.
"nothing i think, why?" shoyo tilted his head, feeling more confused than his mother.
she pointed to his head. a smirk sneaking on her face.
natsu appeared behind her legs, pointing at his head as well. "you're looking like chuncky," natsu said.
shoyo rushed to the closest mirror he could find. he finds half of his head with multiples pigtails, while the other side was normal.
all of them looked crooked.
"agh, does the crime and flea the crime scene," he said, searching for his phone to take some pictures. sending them to you right after.
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