Author's Note: My first matchablossom fic! Yay!

I posted this headcanon on my tumblr the other day and haven't been able to stop thinking about, so finally I just wrote a little one shot for it.

It's very fluffy and a little sappy. I hope you guys like it :)

Intimacy in Vulnerability

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Kojiro exited the bathroom after his shower to find Kaoru sitting in the middle of his bed. The pinkette didn't look up at him as he made his way over, kneeling on the mattress and scooting behind his childhood friend. He moved his legs on either side of Kaoru, bracketing him in with his body as he leaned his muscular chest against the back of the man in front of him. His hand reached for the soft brush Kaoru had set out for him on the bed and Kojiro immediately set to work.

He gently gathered the pink length of Kaoru's hair so it flowed down his back. Starting at the crown of his head, Kojiro pulled the brush through the locks. He repeated this, making sure to cover every inch on Kaoru's head, brushing out his long hair from root to tip.

This had become a nightly routine, him brushing Kaoru's hair. Kojiro remembered all the times Kaoru would flinch away from him whenever he went near his hair before, even if it was to just brush a strand out of his face. Kaoru struggled with showing or accepting displays of affection, that was obvious to anyone.

But he allowed Kojiro to do this for him. It made him vulnerable in a sense, because his hair meant so much to him, was such a big part of his identity. And Kojiro always felt a flutter in his chest at the trust Kaoru had placed in him over the years.

Kaoru had never asked for Kojiro to do this. Not out loud, anyways. It started with Kojiro playing with the ends of his ponytail, which usually resulted in a smack to the back of his hands with a fan. But overtime the fan smacks stopped and Kojiro was able to venture upwards. He would sneakily rub Kaoru's head as he was drifting off to sleep, a task he was only able to do because the man was always too tired to argue. But it had been almost like exposure therapy. Those simple and subtle touches was what got Kojiro through the door.

He was finally able to push those stray stands of hair behind his ear without Kaoru flinching or telling him to back off.

Then one night, Kojiro was simply watching Kaoru running the brush through his hair and he had the sudden urge to be the one doing it instead. Walking up behind him, Kojiro took the brush from Kaoru's hand and began the task anew. Kaoru looked as if he were about to argue, but once he felt the muscular man's hands softly tugging at his pink mane, whatever insult he had prepared died on his lips as he closed his eyes in utter bliss.

After that, Kaoru would set out his brush every night right before bed, waiting for Kojiro to take it. And Kojiro always did, enjoying watching Kaoru's shoulders relax as the soft bristles moves through his hair.

And even though it's been years since, and even though this was routine now, the tightness in Kojiro's chest never went away. Because he knew Kaoru. He knew how hard it was for him to be vulnerable in this way. Especially, given his past relationship. And it made him love the ill-tempered calligrapher that much more.

Kojiro looked down at the man in question. Kaoru's eyes were closed and he looked completely content, relaxed. Kojiro couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips at the almost sedated look on Kaoru's face. The green-haired man set down the brush and wrapped his arms about his best friend turned lover. He kissed the side of his neck and relished in the goosebumps that formed there.

"I love you, Kaoru," Kojiro whispered.

"And I you, you dumb gorilla."

Kojiro just chuckled at the outdated and overused insult that was – and always had been – a term of endearment as he hugged the man closer to him, turning his chin to plant a chaste kiss on the pinkette's lips.

A/N: I feel like I don't write enough fluff. But this fic was incredibly sweet and it makes me happy :)

I've been obsession with SK8 since February, so this definitely won't be the last fic I write for this fandom.

I am a cinnamon roll, so please be kind :)