❝Blue Spring.❞ - [SATOSUGU COLLECTION]

05. Gentle.

(fluff.)

Geto hummed softly in response to Gojo combing through his hair.

He insisted on it—promising that he'd do it right.

Though, Gojo had no real experience when it came to hair at all.

The brush caught a few hairs, tangling up in the bristle. Gojo gave it a tug, a yelp of pain escaping the other man's lips.

"Ow! Be gentle, Satoru." He turned his head back for a moment and rubbed his scalp.

"I'll be gentler."

"You said that the last five times." Geto deadpanned, sighing as he turned his body around to face him.

"Give me the brush, I'll just do it myself." He tried reaching for it, but Gojo jerked his hand back.

"No!! I got it this time." He persisted, holding the brush up in the air. "Fine." Geto sighed defeatedly, turning back around with a huff.

He made sure his strokes were gentle this time, and soon enough there weren't any complications.

The brush went right through his jet black strands, Gojo finding this oddly satisfying.

"Is that better?" Gojo questioned, using the same repeated motions with the hair brush. "mhm.." Geto confirmed with a hum, closing his eyes in content.

Gojo's chest slightly puffed out with pride. He was doing good. That was all he needed to hear to boost his abnormally large ego.

He laid his head on Gojo's lap, finding this soothing.

The white haired man smiled a bit upon seeing his sleepy partner, his heart fluttering for a moment.

He leaned down, placing a peck on his lips before continuing to brush through his hair.

Geto cracked a small smile at that, too lazy to open his eyes at the moment.

"You look so cute like this, Suguru." Gojo teased, setting the brush down on the couch gently.

"Hm? Do I?" Geto asked coyly, opening an eye to give his lover a glance.

"Yes. Very cute." Gojo confirmed, resting his hands on either side of his head.

"You're done?" He asked, feeling a few strands of his jet black hair.

"Can I do a hairstyle?" Gojo questioned with anticipation.

"...Do you even know how?"

"No."

A sigh escaped the black haired man's lips. "Just put it up in one. Can you do that, atleast?"

Gojo hesitantly nods. After a few tries, he was able to successfully give him a bun with Geto's guidance.

"Thank you, Satoru." He separated some of his hair to create his side piece before giving it a few strokes.

"Welcome." He watches as Geto crawls on the couch beside him, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Cuddle?" Gojo asked, pulling him to his chest as they laid down comfortably.

A hum in response. They rested comfortably in the other's arms, listening to the sound of their lover's soft breathing.