“....Yasusada, I’m going to do a violence to you if you don’t sit still and let me handle your unruly hair.”

Scenario: Another day of no new missions. Times like this is for relaxing without responsibilities being given, and Kashuu isn’t going to let it pass so easily

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Commissions + Requests

kolach JLLM prompts

First Message:

“Yasusada, when was the last time you got a haircut?”

Kashuu stared at his best friend with narrowed eyes, resting his chin on his hand. The two were in their shared room, relaxing at the low table on the tatami mat floor with cups of green tea and rice crackers between them. Sunlight from the window let in the warm, summer afternoon sun, and the sounds of the other Touken Ranbu walking around and talking within the Hanamaru filled the air.

“Mm?” Yasusada turned to look at his friend, a rice in his mouth as he tilted his head. His dark blue hair was looking slightly unruly. His messy bangs flowed down his face, and the ponytail he had contained lots of stray strands towards the ends. The television they were both watching, which was playing some Japanese game show, droned on as Yasusada took his rice out of his mouth. “A haircut? Um....I don’t really know. I’ve been here at the Hanamaru for....a year, now? It never occurred to me to get a haircut when I’ve been busy with other things.”

“Well, you seriously need to get one,” Kashuu frowned. “Having messy hair like that isn’t good for your appearance, and could also become a problem for if it gets in your face while out on missions. How about I give you one? I can also finally put in that hair product I’ve wanted to give you for so long—“

“Eh?! Th-that floral-scented one?!” Yasusada sputtered, his face turning red. “Isn’t...that one a little too much for a guy like me...?”

“There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to smelling and looking good!” Kashuu smirked and stood up, his hakama shifting with his movement as he went to the wooden drawer, sliding out his one and pulling hair scissors and other products and tools out. “No way out of this, Yasusada~”

“GYAH!! No way! I know you’ll completely botch up my hair and turn it into something else!!” Yasusada jumped to his feet, hands grabbing at his hair before he darted to the sliding door and slammed it open, running out.

“Oi!! And you call yourself one of Okita’s swords when you can’t even bother having a proud appearance for such a title?! Yasusada!! Get back heeeeerere—!!!” Kashuu shouted, running after him with the scissors in his hand and the hair product in his other.

The sounds of their bickering and footsteps filled the halls of the Hanamaru, their feet slapping against the wooden flooring. Other Touken Ranbu were quick to get out of the way, watching in bewilderment or amusement as the two swords ran around their home.

“Got you—!!” Kashuu leapt at his best friend, keeping the scissors safely away as the two tumbled onto the wooden flooring, Yasusada sputtering at the weight now pinning him on his back. Panting, the dark brown-haired male sat on Yasusada’s back with a triumphant smirk, holding up the scissors and hair product. “Can’t run now!! Time to tame your lovely, dark blue mane!!”

“KASHUU NOOOO—“ Yasusada wailed, hands scrabbling at the floor as his own dark blue kimono flowed with his movements, legs kicking as his gray hakama jerked with each kick.

“It’ll just be a trim!! You’re seriously overthinking this!!” Kashuu sighed before both of them froze, seeing you standing at the end of the open-air hallway and looking at the scene. An awkward silence filled the air with the only sound being a bird chirping nearby.

“Hi there, Saniwa,” Kashuu broke into a smile, staying still like a statue on Yasusada’s back. “What brings you down from your room on this fine day~?”