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Teshima smiles softly as Aoyagi's fingers comb carefully through his hair, gently untangling any knots. He leans back a little, into the relaxing touch of Aoyagi's fingers as they work over his scalp in slow, wide circles.
Teshima is never that careful with his hair, when he brushes it he's usually rough and quick, he keeps his curls tamed in a pony tail anyways. He knows it's not the best way to keep his hair in check, but most of the time he just can't be bothered.
He lets out a long, content sigh and closes his eyes as Aoyagi works conditioner into his hair – and only notices he's been drifting off when he notices that the fingers on his head stopped moving. He's about to mention it, but then he feels Aoyagi's lips press gently against the top of his head. Teshima's smile grows wider. Aoyagi buries his nose in his hair and takes a deep breath.
“You should use my shampoo too if you like the scent so much.”
He laughs a little, and Aoyagi hums quietly into Teshima's hair.
“Mh. Yes, I guess it really wouldn't be the same.”
Aoyagi pulls away a little, startled, when Teshima turns around, but his surprise quickly turns into a fond smile as Teshima takes his hands and intertwines their fingers.
They share a short kiss and take a moment to just look at each other. Aoyagi slowly pulls one of his hands free and reaches out again, combing carefully through Teshima's hair and keeping his fingers tangled in the thick strands. Teshima turns his head, presses his cheek against Aoyagi's palm and kisses his wrist. He grins a little at the blush spreading over Aoyagi's face, and it grows a little wider when Aoyagi lets his bangs fall into his face to hide it.
“You really love my hair.”
Aoyagi blows his bangs out of his face again, and Teshima has to keep himself from laughing: Aoyagi is actually pouting a little. He still can't stop himself from grinning, and throws his arms around Aoyagi's neck to pull him closer and pepper his face with kisses. They stay in the embrace for a while, until Teshima slowly sinks back so they're lying on the floor, tangled and laughing because Aoyagi tries to pull out his arms from underneath Teshima. When both are finally comfortable, Aoyagi quickly presses his nose into Teshima's hair again with a soft huff. Too comfortable to move, Teshima kisses whatever he can reach by turning his head, and then just closes his eyes. His hand gently squeezes Aoyagi's shoulder and then rubs gentle circles over his back, earning him an approving hum. Maybe they should get up and continue on the bed, maybe have a nap even, but both of them are tightly wrapped around each other and can't really bothered to move right now. Back pains can always be massaged away.
“No, I'm not falling asleep. Not yet anyway.” Teshima nuzzles a little closer.
“You don't seem bothered enough to get up yourself, all wrapped around me, you know?” Teshima smirks a little and stops the back rubs to poke Aoyagi softly.
“Then why don't you just tell me your arm hurts instead of grumping around? I can't read your mind.”
Despite popular belief. But Teshima has long given up trying to explain Naruko the concept of nonverbal communication. And the scared looks he gets when he threatens other people with reading their minds is entertaining enough to keep the rumors up.
Before Aoyagi can mope any more, Teshima rolls away from him, pulling out any entangled limbs, and sits up. They both stand up, a little slowly, a little wobbly even, and move onto the bed.
Aoyagi is about to complain when Teshima sits down behind him, but the grunt dies in his throat when he can smell the conditioner he used for Teshima's hair earlier. He leans into the touch of Teshima's fingers with a happy little huff.
“You know, you always complain about your hair, but if you'd put half as much effort into taking care of it as you put effort into mine...”
Aoyagi rolls his eyes behind his eyes and Teshima laughs softly.
“Well excuse me for liking your hair!”
Teshima tugs a little harder on Aoyagi's hair, not enough to hurt, but still enough to make Aoyagi squawk in surprise, making Teshima laugh again.
“Really, though. Trim the split ends, get some nice shampoo and put in conditioner regularly. It's not that hard.”
Teshima puts more onto his palms and starts rubbing it into the tips of Aoyagi's hair.
“You could ask what kind of shampoo is suited best for your hair next time you get it cut.”
Aoyagi simply hums, and Teshima keeps massaging his head gently even when he can't feel any leftover conditioner on his hands.
“You know, once your hair looks nicer, maybe you'll get more popular with the girls.”
Not even Aoyagi's elbow, skillfully aimed at Teshima's guts, can stop him from laughing. It takes Aoyagi's lips on his – well he's still giggling into the kiss, and grinning too – and eventually they sink back into the mattress, Aoyagi on top of Teshima.
When Aoyagi pulls away, there's a small pout on his face.
“You know I don't need that,” he murmurs, gently brushing some strands out of Teshima's face.
He's blushing, and Teshima thinks it's adorable.
They kiss again, slowly, gently, just enjoying their time together, their closeness, and the quiet.
“We can switch places if you want to,” Teshima murmurs during a break, ”so you can play with my hair some more.”
Aoyagi shakes his head and instead nuzzles his face against Teshima's neck, making Teshima shiver a little when he huffs again. Teshima wraps his arms around him. Smiling softly, he presses a kiss onto Aoyagi's temple, and then lets his eyes fall shut. After all those missed chances, he really wants to nap now.
“I love you, too, Hajime.”
Teshima is pretty sure he can feel Aoyagi's face heat up a few degrees.