Natural Curves
Atobe had always been fond of Jiroh's hair. It seemed like when he'd twirl it in between his fingers, he'd feel clouds instead of hair. Jiroh's hair was that soft. It made Atobe smile, actually, whenever Jiroh would rest his head on Atobe's lap, giving the Hyotei buchou an excuse to run his hand through Jiroh's soft strands.
That was, of course, only mildly obvious, but obvious just the same.
And, he thought, it was but natural that it made him smile, that it made his lips curve up. Perhaps Jiroh's hair had some sort of force, like a gravitational pull or something to that effect. He couldn't help it. He just has to smile whenever Jiroh does that. Or whenever Jiroh's around.
The thing was, even before he took notice of Jiroh's unmanageable hair, Jiroh would make him smile, like the lethargic lad had this power over him.
Well, the truth was, Jiroh did.
And Atobe liked it.
159 words 10:56a 17 July 2005