"Want me to do your other hand?" Iori looks up at Kyo, slightly skeptical. But he nods. He hands Kyo the bottle of nail polish when he's finished with his left hand. It's a deep red, not as bright as his hair, but one that still compliments it.

Kyo wipes the brush on the mouth of the bottle, so that there's no excess nail polish on it. He holds Iori's hand gently as he begins painting his index finger. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, and Iori is surprised at how much effort he's putting into this.

He cracks a smile upon glimpsing Kyo's face. The brunette had gone a while without cutting his hair, and as a result, his bangs became too long. His usual headbands weren't enough to keep his hair out of his face, so Iori offered him a few hair clips, but they looked ridiculous on Kyo.

Kyo looks up at Iori, sighing when he realizes why the redhead is staring at him like that.

"I could cut it for you, if you'd like."

"No… I actually wanna grow it out a bit. But I do want to trim my bangs."

"Let me do it. No point in going to a salon if that's all you want." Kyo nods and gets back to painting Iori's nails.

"Done," Kyo says. He wipes a bit of polish off the side of Iori's finger with his thumb. "Is it okay?" Iori nods.

"Once it's dry, put a coat of clear polish on." He gestures to the second bottle on the coffee table.

Kyo goes to the kitchen and returns with a tangerine. He starts peeling it, feeding the first segment to Iori.

Iori declares that his nails are dry after they finish the tangerine, and Kyo gets to work applying the top coat.

"You're not bad at this."

Kyo chuckles. "I've seen you do it plenty of times. Think I could work at a salon?"

Iori makes a face at that, indicating to Kyo what he thinks. The brunette shakes his head with a smile.


"You know how I feel about skincare," Kyo crosses his arms over his chest.

"Yes, but it wouldn't kill you to use a face mask every now and then." Iori is resolute, matching Kyo's steely gaze with one of his own.

Kyo is the first to give in with a sigh, arms falling limply to his sides.

"Fine, but if it burns like last time, you have to buy me dinner." Iori nods.

He applies the mask for Kyo like he did last time, because his boyfriend is an overgrown toddler.

"Do you have to put it on my nose?"

"Yes, you have so many blackheads. Stop whining."

Kyo opens his mouth to complain again, but Iori shuts him up with a single look.

"I just hate having things on my face," he mumbles.

"I know something you don't mind having on your face."

"That was one time! I just— just wanted to know what it was like," Kyo grumbles, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

"Mhm," Iori grins at him. As much as he loves Kyo, he won't pass up an opportunity to tease him. "Didn't you say your skin felt softer after that?"

Kyo looks like a tomato now.

The brunette huffs and leaves the bathroom. He sits on Iori's bed, arms crossed with a pout on his lips.

"Don't get any of that on my pillows." Kyo sticks his tongue out at Iori, and Iori reciprocates.


"It's getting in my eyes."

"Then close them, idiot. I'm holding a pair of scissors inches away from your face, what makes you think it's a good idea to keep your eyes open?"

Kyo mimics him under his breath, but he closes his eyes. Iori continues trimming his bangs. His own hair is pinned back, and he knows that's why Kyo is unable to keep his eyes closed. Iori would never say it out loud, but Kyo's shameless attraction to him is sweet.

"You're so bad at staying still," Iori comments, flicking Kyo's forehead.

"I can't help it," Kyo whines.

Iori finishes and runs a comb through Kyo's hair. Kyo has nice hair. It's soft between his fingers and he likes the way it brushes against his neck when Kyo cuddles up to him in bed.

Iori pulls Kyo's hair back, trying to make a small ponytail. Most of it falls out, but a small portion holds together. He ties it back.

Kyo laughs. "I mean… not bad, but it's not long enough yet." Iori nods and continues styling his boyfriend's hair.

"You have nice hair," he says, running his fingers through it. "Very thick."

Iori sees the smirk forming on Kyo's face through the mirror.

"Not as thick as my—"

Iori shuts him up with a kiss.