Free! Eternal Thoughts

Magic

Once he's done drying his blonde hair at any random day, once he suddenly wanted you to play with his hair, what you do besides having him sit in between your lap or ruffle his almost golden locks—is tie it. You tie Nagisa's hair. It's obvious near or far that his hair is silky, soft, and is somehow a little longer. But contrary to that, he has always complained about how itchy his bangs were, ticklish too. First time you did him a favor and tie his hair, Nagisa couldn't get over the way how your touch soothed him, the way how he craved for more. He couldn't get over how smooth your fingers worked against his locks, how delicate your touch was it's almost feather light. Nothing compared to anything he have ever felt, the bubbly teenager realized. Ever since then he never lets anyone get in contact with it, pat, tie or braid it but you. It was your hands, your magic hands as Nagisa likes to put it, the only one he would allow to do wonders with his hair. "Braid me?," he asked, not wasting any more time as he made himself comfortable in your embrace. "With pleasure," you smiled.