#i need to post of us because it wasn’t going anywhere

Synopsis:Akaashi has more patients than you do when it comes to combing your hair.

W.C:269

Warnings:None! POC!Reader with curly hair. I wrote this assuming reader is male but it’s gender neutral.

Akaashi watches from the doorway of the living room as a fight occurs between your hair, the comb in your hand and you. Akaashi snickers as you let out a low sound of frustration.

“You know if you’re gonna stand there and laugh at me you could at least offer to help me.”

“Fine, I’ll help you. I don’t know why you didn’t just ask from the beginning.”

“You were sleeping. You spent all night trying to edit that manuscript.”

You felt the couch dip slightly next to you as Akaashi took a seat. He takes the comb and lets you sit on the floor between his legs.

This is not the first time that Akaashi has helped you with your hair. It’s evident by how his hands move through your hair with practiced patience. Careful to work his way to your roots and not snag one of the combs teeth on a curl. Slowly working his fingers through the more knotted parts of your curls. Taking the time to massage your scalp before moving on to detangle with the comb.

There is something magical about being taken care of like this. Something to be said about the gentle way he works with your hair. How he takes his time to rub circles into your scalp. The tension drops from your shoulders and you melt into his touch. When he finishes combing your hair he gently runs a hand through it in an attempt to catch any stray knots. Not finding any he places a kiss on your forehead before leaning back on the couch with a soft yawn.