lani

call me laniiii

== writing for all of the black anime gurls ==

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ever since you were a teen, you've been doing diy everything on yourself.

box braids? had that. knotless? done last month. nails and toes? hand you an acrylic set by noon and you'll be done by evening. you'd build a house from scratch if you really wanted to. last week, you decided you wanted a self-care weekend: sit back, recieve your services, and gossip about whatever the fuck is relevant right now.

7:52pm--- you and toji were lousing on the couch: toji manspreading with one arm on the rest and the other laid on your leg, rubbing circles on your foot with his hand. his eyes were fixed on whatever was playing on the tv, and you were laid across the cushions, one foot hanging off the side of the couch while the other rests on toji's muscly thighs. you check the time.

"fuckkk it's almost 8 o'clock, gotta do my hairrr." you rub your face with a whine.

"want help?" toji said lazily, eyes still fixated on the screen.

you always deny toji whenever he asks. you liked things orderly--quick if it could be helped, and you know if he were to aid you, wash day would last all. damn. night. your hair appointment was tomorrow, and you needed your wash and blowdry to be done.

"oh baby i'm blessed, you'd make it take 50 days and 50 nights" you say with a chuckle. toji looked at you with a scrunched face as you got up from the couch, making a noise that could only be described as a grandma trying to stand without her walker.

"fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"exactly what was said." one thing you knew for certain about toji was that he hated being looked down upon. he was never one to back down from a challenge

"how hard could washing fucking hair be?" toji asked with annoyance.

does he know?

you sat a little dumbfounded, but you found this to be a good learning opportunity to let him see what many black woman have to go through in order to get their hair done.

"alright, fine. come stand by the sink while i go get the stuff" you say, heading off to the bathroom with a smirk.

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"turn on the water, and not just the hot water you gotta make sure its warm."

toji looks at you with a blank expression. you stare back, slightly jerking your neck as if saying "hellooo?" he does as he was told.

you take your hair out of a puff, hair stiff as ever from gel. "shampoo, rinse, condition, detangle, rinse, and done! remember that and you're fine. simple enough right?" you smile as you place your head in the sink under the running water.

"i've seen you do it a fuck ton of times, i know what i'm doing.."

toji places himself behind your bent over body, hands not failing to grope your hips before you shut him down with a simple stern call of his name. he looks over at the counter to see the array of items he has seen before: two bottles, two scrunchies, one wide-toothed comb, and a towel.

he grabs the shampoo and squirts the product on your wet hair, careful not to use too much. (he's heard you complain about how expensive this brand is for the amount thats provided). he places his hands on your head and starts moving them around in a circular motion, your head being slightly pushed.

"to- what the fuck you got going on?!" you say, voice echoing in the sink.

"whachu mean? i'm washing your hair."

"YOU'RE GONNA TANGLE MY SHIT FUSHIGURO! stop stop stop.." you push his hands away from your hair. "my hair anit like yours. massage my scalp, not my hair."

he tangles his fingers thorugh your hair and proceeds to massage your scalp in slow circles, mimicing what you usually to do him when you shower together. "mmm thats it right there, yeaaa" you coo, pleased with his performance. toji smirks proudly.

"alright, start stratching my scalp we gotta get a move on." toji proceeds to scratch at your scalp very, very roughly.

"OW!"

he stops immediatly. "what?! what happen what i do?"

"too rough like, WAY too fucking rough." you say in a "isn't it obvious?" way

"okay okay, my bad, damn.." he said, mumbling the last bit. he starts scratching your scalp again, way better this time. he occasionally lathers your hair shafts aswell to make sure its clean, then after some time you let him know that he should rinse the shampoo and start with conditioner. he listens.

this is where everything goes left

he squirts conditioner on your hair and starts to rub it in. he knows it's time to detangle, so like he sees you do all the time, he raises your head from the sink unexpectedly, your hair lathered with product. your hair slings in the front of your face, eyes wide open. wet, conditioned hair falls right in your opened eyes, immediately burning.

"OW FUCK!" you exclaim, clearly in pain

toji froze in place behind you, big and dumbfounded. "HAND ME THE TOWEL!" you yell turning around, slapping him in his chest. he reaches over and grabs the towel, placing it on your eyes. you take the towel from his hands groaning loudly in pain. "i KNOW you fucking lying." you say.

"i didn't know the soap was gonna get in your face-"

"WHY YOU ANIT TELL ME YOU WAS GON PICK MY HEAD UP! A HEADS UP WOULD"VE BEEN NICE!"

"ma, i-"

"aht aht, ma my ass" you take the towel away from your eyes and put it around your neck. you start shoving his boulder-like body as much as you can. "out! get out my damn kitchen."

toji laughs, shoulders shaking.

"you think shit funny? shoulders boucing and shit--get out my damn kitchen!" you slap his shoulder on the word 'get'.

8:21pm. 8:21pm is the time you got done washing your hair, and you still had more to go.

safe to say that you'll never let toji help with you hair again

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