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Like most couples, you and Steven differ on a great many things. Hairstyles, however, is not one of those things.
Usually, when you're busy around the house or painting, you don't bother with tying your hair up. Unfortunately, it flails around in front of you and ends up getting in your face as you try and continue your work. Annoyed, you'll flick it to the side with your hand or blow a puff of air from your mouth. Little do you know, Steven is a tad distracted by you messing around with your hair. He watches as you get more and more frustrated with your hair in front of you. "You need help?" He asks while placing a comforting palm on your shoulder. You, honestly, don't hear him or feel his palm.
Only when he literally pulls you away from the desk with an arm around your waist, do you look up through your tangled locks. "Yes Stevie," you turn around in his arms. "Do you need me to help with your hair?" The tip of his nose rubs against your nose through your messy hair.
You honestly, didn't notice how wild your hair looked until Steven told you. Sure, there was no malicious intent behind his words but you couldn't help but allow your expression to drop . Steven notices this and suddenly realises, "ohhh baby no I didn't mean it like that." He places a hand on the side of your face and tilts your face in line with his.
With his other hand, he pushes your hair away from your eyes and stares longingly into them. It's his silent way of begging you to let him help you with your hair. "Fine, you can help. But only because I won't have time to sort it out before I meet your band tonight," you eventually give in to his pleading eyes. "Okay okay, stay right here," he practically jumps off the chair, disappears and returns with hairspray and a brush. You let Steven 'fix' your hair while you continue to work on the task in front of you. Fortunately for you, he was extremely quiet while fixing your hair. He only interrupted you occasionally to place kisses on your face. You thought it was a good that Steven was quiet, it was a sure sign that he was focusing on what he was doing and making sure your hair was as neat and flat as possible. But BOY O BOY, you were wrong. It seemed that Steven's meaning of 'helping' you with your hair meant making it look exactly like his. But, of course because you naturally had more hair than Steven, it looked a hundred times 'bigger' and wilder than what you had in mind.
You didn't hate the style, it was just.... unexpected. "Oh no, you don't like it," Steven says as he reads your expression in the mirror. "No no no, I love it Stevie," you poked at your hair and tried to figure out what Steven did to make your hair so poofy. "We're matching," he tells you as he points to his hair and then yours. "Yes, yes we are."
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