It was a lazy weekend day. At around 7 PM, the sky was setting and a light drizzle was outside in the spring. It was the perfect time for them to just stay in and get cozy, idly watching whatever was on TV.

On Whitney's couch, she laid, with her boyfriend also laying on her. Dressed in casual clothes, they just stared at the TV, but what they really cared for the most was just the company of one another. It was surprisingly quiet for the two Gym Leaders to have a quiet day to themselves.

"Man. He's so cool." Bugsy said as he watched the technicolor superhero on the screen sling his web and swing from building to building.

"This dude's so popular but I've never actually watched it before. It's pretty good… but I can see why you like him." Whitney replied.

"Well, then you'd probably believe that as a kid I had as many toys and posters of this dude as my mom would let me have."

"Hah. Remember that old boyband Oran Of My Eye? I was the same way with them." Whitney rolled her eyes a bit. Not exactly a phase of her life she was proud of.

"I remember going so far as to wish a radioactive Spinarak would bite me." Bugsy takes a sip of his glass of Moomoo Milk. That stuff was basically on the tap at Whitney's joint. "Glad you like it though."

Whitney grinned. She was normally clutching around Bugsy, her arms touching his collarbone. But then she decided to raise them up, and felt her fingers sift and dive into Bugsy's hair. His hair was always so unique. It was somehow both messy and kempt. It always fell down in these strands, and they felt so thick and velvety to touch. Bugsy insists he never used any haircare, but Whitney refused to believe it at times. It was just so… soft and fluffy.

She let out a little giggle as she continued to rub at his head, eventually finding her hands stroking at his scalp. Bugsy was practically euphoric feeling this. He loved it when his girlfriend lovingly touched him, but his head was a particularly special area for him. For most of his youth, he was always bullied for his shortness. That combined with a big head of hair made it a particularly easy spot for bullying. But now it was being touched by someone he loved. Someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He could almost purr.

Whitney kept stroking, fluffing his hair, feeling how it would run through her fingers. It reminded her of how she'd pet her Miltank, except she had short hair. Maybe it was closer to her Tauros's mane, then? But way less wiry and rough. No. Bugsy's hair was so magnificent she couldn't even find a Pokemon to compare it too. He was just that cute. Meanwhile, the bug researcher was so enamored and at ease with the head rubs, that he could just…fall…asleep.

It didn't take that much longer til Bugsy's eyes were closed shut, and a light snoring came from him. His head rested heavily on her chest, much to Whitney's bemusement.

"Bugsy?" She whispered lightly. She didn't wanna wake him up. His lack of a response meant that she didn't. She continued to look at him…and an idea came to her head.

"I do have an extra scrunchee…."

After some time, Bugsy would wake up. "Mmmngh?" Whatever he was on was particularly soft. He stretched, extending his limbs as far as they would go. He realized he wasn't on Whitney, or her sofa, but on her bed. He shot up. "W-what happened?!" He was afraid he somehow slept the whole day away, and was now watching Whitney sitting in her chair, looking at herself in the mirror as she was doing her hair.

"Oh bugaboo! You're up. Don't worry, you were only asleep for like, half an hour." She was re-doing her twintails; Bugsy got to see a rare glimpse of his girlfriend without her hair totally done. He slowly sat up, resting his hand on some plushes on her bed to do so, namely a super soft Jigglypuff plush.

"A-ah… Sorry. When you were rubbing my head, I… I got so relaxed I dozed off!" He laughed lightly.

"It's so cute, how much you dig it."

"It…it feels nice. Like really nice. Like I'm being appreciated, you know?"

"Yeah! Mmmh. You're so adorable, Bugsy~."

He blushed deeply. To have a woman so heavily associated with the word 'cute' to call him that; even now it felt like the highest of praise.

"I hope you don't mind me doing your hair."

Bugsy shook his head. Then he realized exactly what she said. "Wait, you what?!" He touched the back of his head. That was definitely different. "Lemme see."

He got up and stood by Whitney. He had less hair in the front. A lot more in the back. He turned to the side. Whitney managed to take his voluminous head of hair and turn it into a ponytail.

"W-woah…" Bugsy was shocked. Not once in all his time of being on this Earth did he ever consider a new hair do. So to see one, done so well, by Whitney… He began to smile brightly.

"Whit, this is cool!" He really dug it, giving her a hug. She pecked his cheek.

"I think you should try it now and then! It'd be funny to see what Mort' or Falkner would have to say about it."

Bugsy nodded. His bangs however were a bit messy. They got messed up in his sleep.

"...Hey Whitney, look." He held his hand in front of his face. "Remind you of anyone?"

"Mmmnh. Oh! That kid from Alola, right? The really edgy guy?"

"You're about to feel my rage!"

"...I think that's someone else."

The two burst out into laughter, and once Whitney got her twintails back into tip-top shape, she indulged him in another smooch. He couldn't help but smile. He thinks he'll keep the ponytail when he goes home tomorrow.