Ikkaku x Kira
11. Hairbrush
"Can I brush your hair?"
Kira looked over, bemused.
"What?"
Ikkaku looked a little embarrassed.
"I just want to, that's all."
Kira handed him the hairbrush and sat down in front of Ikkaku, who was kneeling down. His eyes fell closed as he felt the brush running through his hair. He heard the brush being put down and leant back against the strong chest behind him. Ikkaku ran his fingers through the soft blonde hair and rested his chin on the top of Kira's head.
"Your hair is so nice."
Kira smiled.
"You're just jealous because you don't have any, aren't you?"