Boxshipping (Kaiba Mokuba/Mazaki Anzu)

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"Have you thought about getting it cut?" his brother asked him a lot. "It's getting a little unmanageable."

Mokuba would just slouch down in his seat and like his bangs fall over his eyes like a curtain, and Seto wouldn't push it any further. Mokuba didn't tell him about the kids at school who would grab his hair and pull on it, the ones that would stick gum deep into his mass of hair, the girls that called him mean things behind their hands.

It's my hair. Why does it matter to anyone else what it looks like?

If he was honest...he kind of did want to cut it. But he was attached to it now...he didn't want anyone to think that they had gotten to him, and made him cut it. He was determined to keep it as long as possible—didn't even want to trim it. He'd show everyone he couldn't be bossed around...

"Oh, gosh, that wind! Hang in there!"

Anzu laughed as she grabbed Mokuba's elbow after that huge gust almost knocked them both over. Mokuba's hair flipped up and over his face and he groaned. He pawed at it, trying to part it away from his eyes.

Anzu reached for him first, brushing the hair out of his eyes like a fussy mother, smoothing it down over his shoulders. Yugi and Seto had walked into the game shop nearby, arguing about something after they had run into each other, and Anzu and Mokuba were just waiting outside. It was really windy though, and Mokuba was wishing he had followed his brother inside.

"That really seems to be getting in the way, huh?" Anzu said, still smoothing his hair down. Mokuba flushed and pushed her hands off of him.

"It's fine," he said. Don't tell me to cut it, don't tell me to cut it...

"Hang on," Anzu said. "I have an extra ponytail tie...ah! There it is."

She dug in her bag for a moment, eyes lighting up as she found it. She dug out a portable brush, too. "Do you need help putting your hair up, or do you have it?"

She...didn't just tell him to cut it...?

"Uh..." he started. "Um. I've...never put my hair up before."

Anzu smiled, and Mokuba felt a flush grow over his cheeks.

"C'mere," she said. "Sit down on the bench, I'll get it back out of your face for you."

Mokuba hunched his shoulders, but he scurried over to the bench and sat stock straight. Anzu walked behind the bench, briefly smoothing his hair back down against his back. She tugged gently at the wind-tied knots, starting from the bottom of Mokuba's hair.

"You have such nice, silky hair," she said. "You must take really good care of it."

"Not really," Mokuba said. "I kind of hate it."

"Oh, really?"

It felt kind of nice to have his hair brushed, Mokuba thought as he squeezed his hands into his lap. Anzu was quick but gentle, running her fingers through it to untangle some of the bigger knots. She tugged a little bit at it, pulling it up with one hand.

"I wish I could grow my hair out this long," she said, sounding wistful. "But it's too much of a hassle, always flopping around while I'm practicing..."

"Why don't you put yours up too, then?" Mokuba said.

"I could, but I don't really like the way it feels tugging on my hairline...speaking of which, is that too tight?"

She pulled his hair gently against the tie. It wasn't, actually, it felt kind of nice pulled up against the top of his head. He reached back to pat at it—it wasn't in his face at all. His bangs were long enough that the could go up into the ponytail, too, so he didn't have any hair in his way at all!

"Thanks," Mokuba mumbled.

"No problem!" Anzu said cheerily. "If you ever want some helping learning how to do it, let me know! I know it's a pain to deal with sometimes."

"T-thanks," Mokuba said. "Uh...do you think I should just get it cut...?"

Anzu walked around the bench, plopping down beside him.

"Do you want to get it cut?"

"I dunno..."

Anzu leaned down, trying to catch his gaze, but Mokuba looked away—it was a little weird not having his hair to hide behind. He didn't really mind it though.

"It's your hair," she said, smiling. "You should do whatever you want with it, right?"

Mokuba looked down at his knees, and hoped Anzu couldn't see that he was blushing. She was—she was nice.

For a second, he didn't say anything. Then...

"I think I'm gonna cut it," he said, looking up. "Yeah. I'm gonna get it cut."

"You'll look great," Anzu said, smiling. "No matter what you do with it, you will—you Kaibas seem to be able to pull off anything."

Mokuba felt his cheeks flushing horribly. Dammit...what was wrong with him all of a sudden...

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A/N: idk I like the idea of Mokuba having a little kid crush on Anzu. Sorry i'm getting a little lazy with this at the end i'm so tired ;w; Next is Boundshipping (Thief King x Yugi).