Imagine: Eric helping you braid your hair so it won't get in the way during training.
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You were punching bags in the Dauntless training room one afternoon when your ponytail kept going everywhere, by the end of the training you hair sticking to your sweaty face, and you looked like an absolute mess. From now on, I am never leaving hair like this.
You got to training earlier than the others the next morning, you didn't have the energy to get ready around the rest of the chaotic initiates, so you were sat in the training room attempting to braid your hair. You try a few times but the hair keeps slipping through your fingers, you groan in frustration, "How the hell did mom used to do this...?"
You don't feel anyone approaching from behind you until they take you hands out of your hair, you turn your head and see Eric standing behind you, effortlessly braiding your hair. You're in shock, Eric is braiding my hair...ERIC is braiding my hair?! You don't say anything and just let it happen until he's done. He eventually places the braid over your shoulder, and begins to walk away, "Uh Eric?" He turns around with an eyebrow raised, "Why? Um...how?"
"My sister taught me," He explains, his face is stony as usual, but his eyes look almost vulnerable, "She loved wearing her hair in a braid, my mother used to do it for her when she was younger, after she passed away, my sister learned to do it herself. As she grew up, she contracted spinal cancer, and it lead to paralysis, so she taught me how to braid it. I would braid it every day for her until it started falling out because of the chemotherapy. She eventually lost her life to the cancer, but I guess the skill stuck with me." The look on his face breaks your heart, and he lets out a humorless laugh, "I don't know why I'm telling you this."
"I-I'm so sorry Eric, I didn't kn-" He raises his hand to stop you.
"I'm not looking for sympathy Y/N. If having your hair out of the way will allow you to train better then so be it," As he says this, the initiates begin trickling in, he grabs your forearm and hisses in your ear, "And not a word about this to anyone."
"Never," You smile.
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From book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure on Tumblr.
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