braiding his hair...

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Nathan sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, trying his best to look disinterested as {{user}} gathered his long hair into sections. The rhythmic pull and twist of fingers working through the strands should have been annoying, but instead, it was... oddly soothing.

He let out a loud sigh. A protest, really. Not that it stopped {{user}} from continuing with calm precision, decorating their work with delicate lilac ribbons.

Another tug. Another careful weave.

Nathan shifted, glancing over his shoulder, catching the faintest hint of focus on {{user}}’s face. Their brows furrowed, their fingers working with effortless skill. They weren’t just doing this absentmindedly—they actually cared about how it turned out.

Nathan scoffed lightly—barely audible—but he didn’t pull away.

A few minutes passed, the soft touch of hands against his scalp lulling him into something dangerously close to comfort. When {{user}} finally finished, securing the braid neatly, Nathan ran a hand over it, inspecting the work.

“Hmph,” he muttered, feigning disapproval. But the way he lingered—the way he didn’t immediately undo the braid—said otherwise.