pt. two » qianru
oikawa's favourite feature of qian was her voice. he marveled at how her voice could hit different pitches which he found impossible to do with his own voice. he loved how she used that voice to sing melodies to him when he felt sleepy, like how a mother sings a lullaby to her child on a peaceful night.
she would be getting ready to sleep and cuddle with him when he would whine for her to sing him to sleep. she would roll her eyes, call him a baby, and get him tucked into bed. she would then pat his shoulder lightly like how a grandmother gets her grandchildren to sleep and hum a soft tune, letting the song float to his ears and lull him to sleep.
qian's favourite feature of oikawa was his hair. it was soft, fluffy, and definitely something she loved to touch and play with.
she would make him sit down in front of her and run her hands through his chocolate brown locks and commenting how smooth it was. then, she would start tying small braids in his hair or tying small locks up with her hair bands. to finish the look, she would add in a headband, a clip, or maybe that flower crown she had. there was no doubt he enjoyed it to no end.
sometimes, while she was working on his hair, he would get her to sing something as well. he would smile to himself, as he had the best of both worlds then.
word count ; 254
date published ; 250517a/n ; i haven't written a qianru in like 30 parts at least whoops
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