Samson
Half the country was in love with Rei's hair, and they were no exception. But it was different for them… They understood, like the fans, that in the stadium Rei's hair meant his defeat. They understood that his hair loosened meant he was at his most vulnerable.
Rei's hair meant he needed protection.
But they understood that when Rei lay there in the dust, or staggered from the stage, it was different than when he left the shower with a towel around his waist, ringing dry his tresses. They understood that Rei rarely trusted. People. To see him vulnerable. See him weak or naked. And as such in no time he wrapped his hair away, and that was the norm. They understood that for Rei, being under tight control was the norm.
So inevitably they loved him when his hair was loose. Even more so when he caught them looking, and offered a quizzical smile. Golden eyes all calm assurance—yes, I trust you.
And when his wrap split open in the stadium, and the crowd cheered, they gave one another quizzical smiles. Knew half the country would have killed to see Rei trusting them just out of the shower.