IdentityV - Oneshots

☁︎ Bed head - Various x Reader

You woke up with the light shining through your curtains. It was Saturday. No matches~ You internally cheered to yourself before rising up and stretching. Your hair was everywhere, but it still looked decent, so you decided you'd just go and get some coffee before getting ready. You already had a white button up on, so you through on a flattering skirt to the knees that Emily gave to you awhile back and tucked in your shirt. She said it would look lovely on you, since everyone already portrayed you as cute. You put on your socks, rising to your knee to avoid feeling the cold floor and breeze through the halls.

You hopped off the bed and skipped out your room closing the door behind you. You were pretty cheery today, and you weren't quite sure why but you didn't care. You were practically beaming as you walked through the halls until you passed an unknown figure. You slowed your walking pace and whipped your head around with a curious face, but as you got a good look you knew who it was. "Naib!?"

He flinched, as if your voice was like someone dragging their nails along a chalk board. He whipped around scowling at you. "What!?" He snapped. He was always so cranky in the morning, but you were to surprised to snap back at him.

Your eyes scanned him up and down and he gave you an annoyed glare. He was in what he would always wear, but without his hoodie and the black bandages that wrapped around his arms and... his hair. It was down and messy. Your eyes widened with a genuine smile creeping onto your features. "Ah Naib your hair is so cute like this." You practically floated over as your hands went around his face to touch his hair. His face turned a deep crimson in less than a second as he reluctantly pushed you away. "I just woke up! Don't touch me!"

He threw a few excuses at you which were pretty believable but that wasn't stoping you from touching his hair. "Here here come with me I'll do it for you." Your eyes dazed and longing to play with his soft hair more. You pulled him and he shocking let you drag him downstairs. He was quiet so you snuck a glance at him quickly. His cheeks hinted with a soft red, and his eyes facing down. He was nervous maybe? You looked back forward and pulled him to sit by a window in the lounge. It was late spring, so the sun was out and birds chirped. Warmth radiated through the windows and you then longed for summer.

"Here we go." He plopped on the soft carpet, and you sat behind him with a poof of your skirt. You always had a few hair ties on your wrist so you were ready for these kinds of situations and sometimes Fiona's would break in match because of how thick her hair was, so the girls just had a habit of wearing hair ties now.

Your hands reached to his head and you traced your fingers through his soft brown strands of hair. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of your hands running through his locks as he let out a sigh and his shoulders sunk down from their tense position. You reached forward and grabbed his stray bangs and traced them back with the rest of his hair. You had all the hair you could grasp, leaving his a few forelocks behind. You pulled it into the form of a ponytail already so you reached across to your wrist and pulled a hair tie over his smooth tresses. A few more wraps and you had finished it, and only then did you realize how lazy he was when he did his. His would always be low and loose, but yours was up and tight.

"Ta-da~!" You did small jazz hands as he touched the new style. "Thanks..." He mumbled as he never stopped messing with the ponytail. "No probl-"

"Hey hey! (Y/n)~ you're doing hair now?" You and Naib's head turned to see Fiona and Aesop looking through the door to the lounge. You could've sworn you seen Aesop pull his own hair tie out quickly and Fiona went off babbling about gathering hair supplies so you could do her hair later.

"C-could you do mine (Y/n)." Aesop, shy as always, walked in steadily but you could see the nervousness in his movements. "Ah sure, come sit." You patted the place next to you, and you could've sworn you heard grumbling behind you.