[Christmas Gift Fic] #23 - Braiding is an art

[h_itoshi]

Title: Braiding is an art
Prompt: #23 - Doing each others hair
Wordcount: 857

“I promise Kento, you'll be pretty~” Nikaido says way too happily for Senga's taste.

“You should do this with your sister.” Senga mutters and crosses his arms.

“She would never ever let me touch her hair.” Nikaido says, sounding scared, as if Senga's suggesting he should ask Fujigaya.

“So borrow Miyata's sister. Or grab some fangirl! My hair isn't even long.” Senga tries again, wincing as Nikaido tugs on his dark strands.

“For being the sensitive one, you're awfully slow sometimes.” Nikaido scolds. “I want to do it to you, I like your hair.”

And of course that melts Senga, just like everytime Nikaido tells him something he likes about him.

He just sighs in defeat though and lets Nikaido keep on potter about in his hair.

The excuse was that Nikaido wanted to learn how to braid, since he somehow missed to pick up that knowledge in kindergarden. But if anyone would miss to learn something basic, it would be Nikaido so Senga's not really surprised.

Though, after fifteen minutes of Nikaido being busy with Senga's hair, he's absolutely certain that Nikaido's not trying to learn anything. He's not nearly as frustrated as he is when he tries to do something and it doesn't work, rather the opposite, and Senga is kind of sure that he hasn't felt any braid. The reason Senga was supposed to be the model was that Nikaido couldn't possibly do it on himself, which seemed legit as Nikaido hardly knows which side is his left side when looking at himself in the mirror. Senga sighs. At least Nikaido's hot.

He lets Nikaido keep it up for another few minutes, looking at the news on the TV before he can't help but ask. “Baby what are you even doing?”

“Fixing, now shush and be patient.” Nikaido says, and Senga looks at his concentrated face as he starts doing something near Senga's forehead, and Senga smiles. He's pretty cute when he's focused.

He feels his hair being moved around and stuck somehow, but he doesn't get his hair done very often so he has no idea what he should expect. Nothing more challenging than fountain bang he supposes, and shifts his focus back to looking at Nikaido instead, eyes following the deep V of his T-shirt's neckline appreciatively.

“What are you doing?” Nikaido frowns as he notices Senga looking at him intently.

“Enjoying the view?” Senga tries a flirty smile, but Nikaido only rolls his eyes.

“Stop doing me with your eyes, I'm trying to focus here.”

“I am not.” Senga says, but not trying for very defensive. “And if I did, it would be your own fault for wearing plunging shirts. And if you're gonna be like that, you can't fix my hair anymore.”

Nikaido gives him an unimpressed look. “Yeah right.”

Senga waits for him to elaborate for a second, but he doesn't. “Yeah right what?”

Nikaido smiles at that, eyes fixed on Senga's hair as he works on whatever he's doing. “All of it. Now stop talking to me or this will be ugly.”

Senga pouts but figures he'll let Nikaido have his way, even though he's secretly a little sad he can't get Nikaido's full attention. He's so used to being the center of Nikaido's short attention span that he feels a little left out, even though technically Nikaido's focus is on him, but not on what he says or does.

He waits for a little more, until finally Nikaido grabs the little pinks hair tie from the table and ties it in Senga's fringe.

“I'm done!” He announces proudly, and he's so cute Senga figures he'll forgive him whatever hideous thing he's done with Senga's hair. “Go on and look!”

He rises, legs almost asleep from having to sit crosslegged before Nikaido so long, and heads for the bedroom since it has the closest mirror.

He's honestly surprised when he sees himself, both because it's not that horrible, but because it's a braid. A fucking French braid. It goes from the crown of his head and forward to his fringe, and even though it takes a few detours from being straight and is a little sloppy, it's still a French braid.

Nikaido giggles when he sees Senga's face, having followed him.

“Nika.” Senga manages and looks at the little pink hair tie in his fringe that looks ridiculous. “You do know how to braid.”

“But I learned that type today.” Nikaido says smugly, as if he's given Senga a present he's kept secret for a long time.

Senga just looks at him and runs his fingers over the braid. “... Wow.”

“Don't sound so surprised I can learn things.” Nikaido whines and crosses his arms, and Senga can only laugh, turning around to hug him.

“Thanks.” He says. “Guess I do look really good. Wanna go out and eat?”

Nikaido pushes Senga away to give him a look which says that he's crazy, so Senga just kisses him instead, and he's pretty sure he's poking Nikaido's forehead with the little pink hair tie.

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CUTE. Just CUTE. <3