Ship: Alex/Masako Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Square: tangled hair Word Count: 469
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Masako’s hair is longer, but Alex’s tangles more easily, uneven layers all caught up in each other, snarled into knots that only worsen with the humidity in Akita.
“Maybe I should just chop it all off,” Alex says, staring straight out the window.
Masako’s not sure if she’s serious; she’s not sure she’s ever seen a picture of Alex with short hair (shorter, yes, the atrocious hairstyle she’d had in her college and pro years, yes, and she ridicules Alex with no holds barred). And she doesn’t mind when Alex sweeps her hair up above her neck, the few strands that haven’t yet grown long enough hanging loose at her hairline.
“Do you want to?” Masako says.
“I don’t know,” Alex says, groaning and flopping back against the couch. “I just want my hair to be not tangled right now.”
“There are less passive-aggressive ways of asking me to brush your hair, you know,” says Masako.
Alex looks at her, suddenly wide-eyed. “You’d do that?”
Masako holds out her hand, and Alex forks over the brush, wriggling closer to Masako and hanging her head over.
Her hair’s not in too bad a state right now, one section snarled up through to the scalp but the rest look relatively tangle-free. She runs her hands through, gently pulling at the few little knots she finds, sticking the strands of hair that come out on the table.
“Let me know if it hurts.”
“You’re good so far,” says Alex.
Masako runs the brush through the untangled sections; it goes smooth though Alex’s hair is frizzing out at the bottom the way it always does after she brushes it, a side effect that only goes away after dunking her head in the shower. It looks kind of cute all puffy around her shoulders like that, but Masako knows Alex doesn’t agree. She lets herself look for a while, the sun slanted through the living room blinds and catching Alex’s hair and turning it a darker, almost-orange color.
“Masako?”
“Sorry.”
She works on the big piece with her fingers first, pulling apart subsections guiding strands of hair into their approximate spaces, watching as a few split ends come undone and flutter to the floor (dramatic or not, Alex definitely needs a haircut soon). She works up from the bottom; it’s tedious (and sometimes Alex yelps; it’s always going to hurt a little bit and Masako’s no hairstylist) but steady; the tangle grows thinner, shorter, less of a clump, until finally Masako runs the brush through it, and finally it hits no snags on the whole way down.
“Thanks,” Alex says, reaching up to push her hair down against her scalp, and then she turns to give Masako a kiss.
“My fee’s two,” says Masako, and Alex grins into her lips.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B3, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: tangled hair
Word Count: 469
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Masako’s hair is longer, but Alex’s tangles more easily, uneven layers all caught up in each other, snarled into knots that only worsen with the humidity in Akita.
“Maybe I should just chop it all off,” Alex says, staring straight out the window.
Masako’s not sure if she’s serious; she’s not sure she’s ever seen a picture of Alex with short hair (shorter, yes, the atrocious hairstyle she’d had in her college and pro years, yes, and she ridicules Alex with no holds barred). And she doesn’t mind when Alex sweeps her hair up above her neck, the few strands that haven’t yet grown long enough hanging loose at her hairline.
“Do you want to?” Masako says.
“I don’t know,” Alex says, groaning and flopping back against the couch. “I just want my hair to be not tangled right now.”
“There are less passive-aggressive ways of asking me to brush your hair, you know,” says Masako.
Alex looks at her, suddenly wide-eyed. “You’d do that?”
Masako holds out her hand, and Alex forks over the brush, wriggling closer to Masako and hanging her head over.
Her hair’s not in too bad a state right now, one section snarled up through to the scalp but the rest look relatively tangle-free. She runs her hands through, gently pulling at the few little knots she finds, sticking the strands of hair that come out on the table.
“Let me know if it hurts.”
“You’re good so far,” says Alex.
Masako runs the brush through the untangled sections; it goes smooth though Alex’s hair is frizzing out at the bottom the way it always does after she brushes it, a side effect that only goes away after dunking her head in the shower. It looks kind of cute all puffy around her shoulders like that, but Masako knows Alex doesn’t agree. She lets herself look for a while, the sun slanted through the living room blinds and catching Alex’s hair and turning it a darker, almost-orange color.
“Masako?”
“Sorry.”
She works on the big piece with her fingers first, pulling apart subsections guiding strands of hair into their approximate spaces, watching as a few split ends come undone and flutter to the floor (dramatic or not, Alex definitely needs a haircut soon). She works up from the bottom; it’s tedious (and sometimes Alex yelps; it’s always going to hurt a little bit and Masako’s no hairstylist) but steady; the tangle grows thinner, shorter, less of a clump, until finally Masako runs the brush through it, and finally it hits no snags on the whole way down.
“Thanks,” Alex says, reaching up to push her hair down against her scalp, and then she turns to give Masako a kiss.
“My fee’s two,” says Masako, and Alex grins into her lips.