Shinsou:
- It wasn’t any secret to him that you loved his hair.
- You loved how soft it was, whatever shampoo he used smelled incredible, and you especially loved the color.
- That was what was bugging you this afternoon after school.
- He was just flipping through textbooks and notes while you stared at him intently, as if by wondering hard enough the answer would pop into your head.
- “Something you wanna know?”
- You hummed a moment and said right out. “Carpet match the drapes?”
- He paused momentarily, not looking up from his desk before continuing,
- “You able to take my word for it, or do you need proof?”
- He had a habit of flipping embarrassing questions back at you.
- “I’ll believe you.” You said with blush tinting your cheeks.
Tamaki:
- You really tried not to stare.
- You knew it made him uncomfortable.
- But you couldn’t ask him either. That would be worse.
- You admired that he had the courage to ask you first, though.
- “Uh, what’s the matter?”
- “Oh, it’s nothing…”
- You hummed to yourself as you gently touched a strand of his hair and contemplated.
- “You don’t dye our hair, right?”
- “Yeah…” he said. The answer didn’t seem to satisfy you, so he wondered what must be going through your mind.
- “Ok.” You finally said to yourself as you shifted your attention.
- “…You figure something out?”
- “Yeah, I think so.”
- “By touching my hair?”
- You tensed and made a face, blush on your cheeks. “You REALLY wanna know?”
- He gave a slightly hesitant nod.
- “Mmmmm…. People with naturally black head hair usually have black pubic hair, too.”
- It was his turn to turn bright red.
- “Oh.”