Title says what it's all about. Nuff said.
A/N: This was something I made earlier this year but never got around to posting it so here ya go. Been suffering from writer's block since last month and I've been trying to find some sort of inspiration to write again so I can finish or at least update some of my other stories that I haven't updated in a long time.
"Can I play with your hair?"
Terry stopped fiddling with his hat then looked over at Byleth with a raised eyebrow. The question seemed kind of random and out of the blue but the look she was giving him didn't see it that way. Byleth was curious about how Terry kept his hair neat in the long ponytail that fell to his thighs. For a burly martial artist like him, maintaining his hair would be meaningless to some but not to Terry.
"Yeah, sure," he nodded.
A small smile made itself known on the tealette's face as she got up to go get a comb and brush. She only need just the brush but Byleth grabbed the comb just in case. Terry was already attractive by default, but a different hairstyle might look nice on him nonetheless. When she came back, the blonde had already seated himself in a chair with his hair draped over the back of it for easy access.
She began removing the bottom tie near the ends then reached for the topmost one and gingerly slid it down the length of his golden locks. The strands felt soft to the touch as if they were made of velvet while Byleth worked through them with the brush. At first, he thought she might pull on it and start roughly grabbing at his hair but Byleth was gentle and cautious, worried that she might accidentally hurt him.
Once she was done brushing, the tealette placed the brush down beside her before grabbing the comb and running it through Terry's locks as delicately as she could. There were no knots or tangles that she had to worry about while doing his hair and risk hurting him in the process. Afterwards, Byleth split his hair into three sections so she could braid it. Once she was finished, she grabbed a mirror to hand to him then slung the braid over his shoulder.
Terry grinned once he saw her neat handiwork, "Hey, you did a good job on it, By!"
"Really?"
He nodded, "Yeah. It looks pretty good. If you weren't a merc you'd probably be a hairstylist instead."
"Thanks, Terry," she said softly, the small smile still gracing her face.
"No prob."