ISAGI HAREM

AROMA ~ Milk (ChigiSagi)

Relationship: Chigiri Hyouma/Isagi Yoichi

Helping Chigiri take care of his long pink hair was oddly soothing for Isagi. The sound of the brush passing through the gleaming strands, the silky texture against his palm as his free hand supported the thick locks and made sure he wasn't tugging on any tangles, not that he found many. Chigiri's hair was so straight and smooth, tangles only formed in the places he styled his hair up, where he put those pretty braids in or where he would ponytail it when feeling more casual.

There was a certain fascination for the blue-eyed omega as he brushed through the strands, watching as the places that were more disheveled in the freshly washed hair smoothed out with every stroke. It was like a form of art!

The pink-haired princess smirked to himself, then tossed his hair and Isagi sputtered as he was hit in the face. A wave of creamy strawberry musk hit him as his face got slapped with damp locks and he shook his head. Chigiri of course looked over his shoulder with a look of total innocence, like it was Isagi's fault for getting in his hair's way.

Isagi giggled and wrinkled his nose.
"Hey! What was that for?"
He curled a lock around his finger and tugged playfully in revenge, Chigiri smiling.

The pink-haired alpha nudged bodily against Isagi's chest with the width of his shoulderblades.
"You stopped humming. I like when you do that when you take care of me." It wasn't a wonder that Chigiri and Nagi got along so well when they were capable of saying the same self-centered things so very shamelessly.

Chigiri had gotten into the habit of asking Isagi for help with his hair, as he didn't have his sister to help at Blue Lock. He was perfectly capable of doing his own 'do of course, but Chigiri appreciated input on his style and seemed to enjoy the way others would admire it. At first it was just asking Isagi how it looked (he respected that Isagi wouldn't lie, but would also not be a dick about it) but then it turned into offering him a brush and asking if he could help him out.

Now, Chigiri was comfortable enough to just put a brush in Isagi's lap, lean back against him and wait. Isagi knew he really didn't have to indulge the pink-haired speedster like this, but he had to admit he didn't mind playing with the long locks at all. There was also a part of him (a loud fluffy omega part of him) that really loved Chigiri's scent.

He was pretty surprised at how quickly his hair took on his natural scent again after his shower, the strawberry milk scent of him suffusing the strands. Of course Chigiri used special hair products and he leaned towards products that cleaned without leaving a scent, he would never threaten those immaculate strands! And he certainly was too proud and too conceited to imagine a scent better than his own alpha musk could be applied to him.

Isagi just smiled and started to hum, brushing the long locks and luxuriating in the scent of strawberry fields and fresh cream. His humming stopped again when he caught a whiff of their combined scent. Isagi grinned and let out a happy little chuckle.
"What, Isagi?"

Chigiri was both amused and annoyed at yet another interruption in his hair care. Isagi shook his head.
"We smell like a smoothie."
Isagi's blueberry-vanilla and Chigiri's strawberries and cream were blending together so nicely.

Chigiri laughed and shook his head, then he pressed himself back against Isagi close enough to end up mostly in his lap. Isagi couldn't keep brushing his hair like this, but the way Chigiri tossed his locks back over Isagi's shoulder and rested against him said that he was done being pampered for now anyway. At least, his hair was finished.

He clearly wasn't done being spoiled as he leaned his head back on Isagi's shoulder and pressed their necks together, asking for a scenting. Isagi hugged Chigiri around his middle and snuggled against his back, purring softly as he nuzzled against him.
Chigiri was just the kind of alpha Isagi liked. One that didn't care he was an alpha at all. He comforted himself and groomed himself and nonconformed to his primary and secondary genders in his looks, not feeling weak at all for his feminine beauty and his adoration for his long beautiful hair.

Isagi loved that, there was nothing weak about femininity, there was nothing shameful about enjoying being pretty, alpha or not. Chigiri's intense speed and surprising strength for his build were markers of his subgender, but he didn't feel the need to bend to anyone's expectation of how he should act. Not as a man, not as an alpha. Isagi thought that was real strength.

Right now though his very strong alpha friend was very interested in melting back against him and getting a snuggle, so Isagi happily hugged Chigiri back to his chest and curled his legs with the pink-haired beauty, nuzzling into the soft strawberry hair next to his face.

He nosed into the locks and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and braving a small kiss onto Chigiri's scalp, which the alpha returned by hugging Isagi's arms against himself and cuddling back into his muscular chest.
"...Smoothies are good. We should go for a smoothie next time we get time off."
Chigiri nodded and Isagi had to agree. A berry smoothie, that sounded great.