Pairing: BlackStar/Tsubaki
Rating: K
Notes: Request from RP account~
He leans against her as she brushes his hair. It's not that she has too or that he makes her do it. She simply likes brushing his hair and he likes having his hair brushed. It's one of the few times he hands himself to her instead of the other way around.
She sings something in Japanese that stirs something inside him. He's heard it before but he's not sure who sang it to him. "Hey Tsu?" He asks softly.
"Yes?" Her fingers feather across his shoulders, admiring how broad they've become. He's no longer the little boy she met. There's the beginnings of a man under these layers of baby fat.
"Where'd you hear that?" Black*Star tilts his head back and to the side to look up at her in curiosity.
"My mother used to sing it to me when she brushed my hair."
Her mother? Did she think of him as a child and not as a man? He doesn't think, he only acts as he presses his lips against her's. Her gasp is cute but when she pulls away, he feels bad.
"I'm sorry! I jus-" He's cut off by HER lips.