Braiding Shoto’s Hair

Warnings:None! Pure fluff! Not proofread

A/N:Lee, my beloved.

“Does it look good?”

Shoto sits in front of you, his legs criss crossed, while your hands tangle in his hair.

“Of course it does,” you reply, chuckling. Shoto’s hair was far too short to be braided. He waited patiently while you finished off the braid with a rubber band. Truthfully, he looked silly.

As soon as he felt you pull away, Shoto leaned his head back to look at you from where he sat. You kissed his exposed forehead, and watched as his cheeks grew pink.

Sighing, Shoto lifted his head up and turned around to face you. Your knuckle brushed against the rough edge of his scar, and watched as he leaned into your touch. It was impossible to ignore the raw tides of pure adoration that crashed through you every time he looked at you.

“I look stupid, don’t I?” He asked, although with no apparent disappointment. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You look adorable.”

He always did, though, so does it really matter?

“Hello?”

“So this is where you been hiding, huh?”

She should have hung up right then and there. Instead, Sylvia froze, hands shaking as she held the phone against her ear. He just kept talking.

“You think it’s funny? Taking my baby and runnin’ off? Just cause we had one fight? You know I didn’t mean it, honey, you know how I get sometimes.”

“I—,” she started.

“I nothing. You better get your ass home by tonight, you hear? You and that baby. We’re gonna be a nice, happy family. If you’re not there, I ain’t afraid to come down there and drag you outta his house.”