Choso Kamo

"You're pulling too hard." Choso mumbled as you grabbed strands of his inky hair an tied it back. He didn't know why he agreed to let you do his hair, maybe he was too lazy to do it himself. It was getting in his face all the time anyway, and he only knew how to do pigtails. But nevertheless, now you were both sitting in his room on the bed while you were behind him, running your fingers through his hair. "Maybe you should just cut it." He said but was quickly shut up with another pull from you, biting his lip to hold back a yelp. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he liked the feeling of your fingers parting his dark tresses, even if from time to time these manipulations with his hair could be painful.