Shifting For You//Kurapika X Nonbinary Reader ONE-SHOTS

Chapter 14.

"Kurapika?"

Blond hair flipping to face you.

"Yes?"

"Can I, um"

Fiddling with your thumbs, you ask,

"Can I- uh braid your hair?"

"..."

Shit, that must've made him uncomfortable,

stupid.

"I uh- I guess it wouldn't hurt"

He turned away, possibly gesturing for you to do as you pleased to his sunflower hair.

Oh.

Thank god! Shit, I thought I did something that crossed the line or something.

Moving closer to the boy's back, you brush your fingers through his hair.

It's warm

The boy shivered to your touch, it was cold.

Fingers slightly touching his scalp, fingers that seemed body heat was nonexistent.

Taking the side pieces that framed his face, you start to part them into three sections.

Facing the side of the boy, noticing the smaller features of the boy.

How his nose was sharp, yet blunt, and how it curved slightly upward.

His ears stuck out slightly, and the rims were generally flat but cute.

How untouched his skin was.

His eyelashes, short and golden. 

Pretty.

You thought, gently moving his hair in an up and under motion.

Side eyeing you, the boy watches your motions, possibly hoping to memorize them.

It feels nice,

and cold.

Mini Timeskip, brought to you by Gon's crusty ass shorts.

"All done!"

Clapping your hands together, quite proud of what you accomplished.

The boy was drowsy, half-asleep even.

Getting up slowly, making his way towards the nearest mirror, he takes a look at what he saw.

Mouth agape from awe, he touched the braids so gently, almost as if he would break them.

Though, he looked kinda silly.

The braids were on either side of his head, only the chunk of hair that framed his face was braided.

The braids were tucked around his ears, while the loose hair fell around it.

"I love them, they're simple"

"Yup, I thought you would prefer simpler!"

Turning his gaze toward the one to thank for the art laid upon his head, he gives a gentle, appreciative smile.

"Would you like me to take them out?"

"Hmm, well I don't want to destroy your work"

You looked at the boy with a confused yet amused look.

"Silly, I can just redo them whenever you feel like you want them back!"

Chuckling a little you let out an amused sigh.

"Oh, well then if you don't mind"

"No, I don't mind, and you probably don't even know how to get these out do you"

The boy laughed to himself,

"You have a point"

Closing his eyes, leaving a smile dealt upon his drained face. 

Feeling your gentle yet chilling touch against his scalp.

"Are you cold?"

Not stopping what you were doing, you reply.

"No, not really, why? Are my fingers cold?"

"Yes"

"Oh, sorry, they've always been cold I guess"

"Wonder why that is"

Taking your hand and combing it through his hair one last time, from the roots to the ends.

"All done!"

That woke him from his light nap.

Both of you leave the room and to the living room/kitchen.

Water was boiling over the stove, the steam floating into the atmosphere. 

Taking the mugs from the cupboard, the boy sets them against the counter, pouring the misty water into both the ceramic mugs. 

"Tea"

Holding the steaming cup towards you.

"Thank you"

He wraps his hands around yours and the cup.

It's warm, it tickles

Feeling the tingling sensation from the heat sinking into your hands. 

And the feeling of someone else's body heat indulge your entire hand, from your fingers to your wrists. 

"There, is that better?"

Looking down at your wrapped hands, and at the tea, you're on the verge of tears.

Tears, of joy.

"Yeah"