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Tatsumi appreciates all moments he can spend with Mayoi. Moments where they allow themself to be vulnerable, to lean into Tatsumi’s affectionate touches and kisses, where he can truly express his love for his partner. It’s for himself too: they both act as strong role models for their younger years, but that can get tiring. Tatsumi can show another side to Mayoi, be a little more outgoing, more open.
Mayoi had just come out of their shared shower, donning their home clothes and damp hair let down, unlike their usual braids. Blue eyes catch Tatsumi’s purple eyes, as he takes in the sight of his beloved.
“Uuu… Is something the matter, Tatsumi-san?” The nervousness in his partner’s voice brings him out of his little trance, and offers them a smile with a chuckle.
“Nothing is wrong, Mayoi-san,” Tatsumi reassures, he pats the space on the sofa next to him, gesturing the purple-haired to sit, “I was just taken apart by how beautiful you are again.”
“Heee!” Mayoi jumps at the sudden compliment, and shrinks as they cover their face with their hands. Tatsumi smiles gently again as Mayoi sits down next to him.
Mayoi’s face is something Tatsumi could spend all time looking at if God were to allow it. His partner has so many beautiful, wonderful features that they don’t see sometimes, but Tatsumi is always there to reassure him. Mayoi’s violet hair, undone, reaches beyond their shoulders, it’s not as organised as it is tied up, but that’s to be expected. He notices the differences that aren’t there normally with recently-showered hair: like how Mayoi’s fringe sticks to their face or how their cowlick droops slightly more.
“T-Tatsumi-san? You’re staring again,” Mayoi points out.
Normally, the teal haired man would scold himself for getting so distracted by something so mundane as this - but if it’s Mayoi, maybe it’s okay once in a while.
“You look different, lovely with your hair down. It’s like I’m seeing a different angle to you, my angel.” Slowly, Tatsumi reaches his hand to touch his partner’s locks, fast enough to not make it an awkward moment but slow enough for Mayoi to move away if they want. Mayoi is at a loss for words, yet again, making a squeak sound similar to a mouse as they move into Tatsumi’s touch.
“I...it’s just my hair, Tatsumi-san… if you’re really sure about touching it…!”
The words spoken ignite an idea in the taller of the two’s head.
“I’m very sure, my dearest. In fact, I would love to braid it, if you would let me.”
Mayoi’s face turns red as Tatsumi caresses their cheek with the other hand, being absorbed by his partner’s beauty again.
Tatsumi leans on the back of the sofa, with Mayoi almost basically sitting on his lap - as delicate hands weave through Mayoi’s purple strands. Admittedly, Tatsumi has little to no experience with braiding hair, or anything to do with cosmetics or outly appearances in general, but Mayoi doesn’t seem to mind. They melt into the gentle touches their boyfriend places on them.
The moment is quiet, almost silent - but it’s a comfortable quiet, one they only like with each other. Despite that, Mayoi opens their mouth to speak.
“Tatsumi-san…” their voice is barely above a whisper, but they are so close, they don’t need to be any louder, “Thank you… for being so patient with me.”
The older of the two smile, and even with Mayoi’s back to his boyfriend, they can sense it.
Mayoi feels lips on the back of their neck, and just thinks how lucky they are.