ASK: Could I possibly get a scenario if Makishima’s SO helping him re-dye his hair when she notices his roots starting to show more? Please and thank you! ❤
“Put on the smock, I’ll mix up the dye,” she said from the bathroom.
Makishima did as told, changing into old pants and a t-shirt for good measure before sliding on the wearable plastic tarp. When he entered, she giggled at his appearance.
“You look ready for a rainstorm,” she teased, “except your head isn’t covered.”
He smiled softly, taking a seat on the short stool she’d had the foresight to bring.
“Ok, just sit there and relax, I’ve got this,” she encouraged, the squelch of hair dye exiting its tube echoing off the tile.
The faintly green haired male closed his eyes as her glove and dye covered hands began working the pigment onto his head. As she massaged his scalp, his shoulders slumped a little more, body relaxing and enjoying the feel of her touch. This was so much easier, and nicer, than applying the dye himself as he’d been want to do for years before meeting her.
When she’d offered to help him with his roots, he couldn’t hold back his surprise, because who wants to be in a tiny room with such a pungent odor and the possibility of turning their skin green? But she’d just laughed at his protests, grabbing his hand to lead him to the store where she learned his preferred brand of dye and bought supplies he’d never considered getting, such as the smock.
So many t-shirts could have been saved.
He felt her shift, crinkling the plastic encasing his body as she leaned over him to get a better view of the top of his head. As she moved to stand in front of him to reach another angle, he opened his eyes only to be presented with her chest right in front of his face. It took all his control to not jerk back and give her some space. Heart pounding a bit, he swallowed and closed his eyes again, willing his pulse to decrease.
But a sound of vexation had them opening again. “Sho?”
“Um, I have a little bit of a problem?”
He looked up at her face, quirking an eye as her nose twitched.
“I…do you mind?” she asked sheepishly, eyes crossing slightly as her nose twitched again.
He smiled, reaching up one long finger to scratch her nose before leaning forward and planting a kiss to it. She returned his smile, moving in to plant her lips against his.
Yep, he definitely preferred this method of hair dying, for sure.
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