Prompt :: Happiness
The crimson-eyed page couldn't contain his smile as he watched Komatsu brush out his master's thick hair. He knew from experience the waves in it made it difficult to put up properly, but the small woman was quite stubborn. Unfazed, Nobuyuki sat silently with a small, content smile pulling at the corners of his lips as his wife continued running the comb through his light-colored locks.
Nanakuma would forever be grateful for moments like these—to be allowed to witness such innocent, yet oddly intimate affairs. He would be happy, so long as his lord was happy.
