“five more minutes” ˚₊‧୨୧‧₊˚
summary: ur bf megumi helps you curl ur hair for date night!
cw: megumi x !reader, fluffy fluffy
“we’re gonna be late,” you said, standing in front of your mirror while trying to fix a curl that refused to cooperate.
megumi leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you for a moment before answering, “we’re already late.”
you glanced at him through the mirror. “that’s not helping.”
you turned back to your hair with a small sigh. “i just need a few more minutes.”
he pushed himself off the wall and walked over, stopping right behind you. “you’ve been saying that for fifteen.”
“megumi,” you warned, but there was no real annoyance in your voice.
he stood there for a second, then spoke a little quieter. “do you want help?”
you blinked, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “you? help me curl my hair?”
he shrugged slightly. “how hard can it be?”
you let out a small laugh. “okay, go ahead. don’t burn me.”
he picked up the curling iron carefully, like he was handling something way more dangerous than it actually was. “what do i do?”
you turned slightly, guiding his hand. “take a small piece, wrap it around, and hold it for a few seconds. like this.”
he followed exactly, his movements slow and focused. “like this?”
“a little smaller,” you said, adjusting his fingers. “yeah, that’s better.”
he nodded and wrapped the strand again, concentrating harder than he probably did during missions. you smiled to yourself.
“okay, wait a few seconds.”
he actually counted under his breath.
he did, watching as the curl fell into place. he looked at you through the mirror.
he glanced back at your hair, then reached for another piece. “hold still, baby.”
you laughed quietly, letting him work. his hands were careful, almost hesitant, like he didn’t want to mess anything up. each curl came out a little better than the last.
“you’re taking this very seriously,” you teased.
“i don’t want to mess it up.”
“you’re doing good,” you said, softer this time.
he didn’t respond, but you caught the faint pink on his ears as he finished the last section.
after a minute, he stepped back slightly. “i think that’s it.”
you turned toward the mirror, checking your hair, then looked back at him with a smile.
“you actually did really good.”
he shrugged, trying to play it off. “i told you.”
you set the curling iron down and stepped closer, smoothing a small piece near your face.
“thank you,” you said, reaching for his hand. “now we can go.”
he glanced at the clock, then back at you. “we’re still late.”
you smiled, tugging him toward the door. “it’s fine.”
he let out a quiet sigh but didn’t pull away, his fingers tightening around yours instead.
“if we miss it, it’s your fault,” he muttered.
you laughed, pulling him along anyway.
“you’re the one who did my hair.”
“…yeah,” he said, a little quieter.
he looked at you for a second, then gave your hand a small squeeze.
authors note: i literally thought of this on the toilet after curling my own hair and i was like wow this is awesome sauce🥹🥹 i hope you guys enjoyed! i will also try and get to some of the request u guys have sent in!
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