DESANGE

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𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 :: nishimura riki x fem!reader

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗/𝖘 :: fluff, self-indulgent-ish, first time writing in a long time, brief mention of idol life, black reader, not proofread

. . . riki was leaned back against her bed’s headboard with his hands behind his head, a large, satin covered pillow supporting his lower back from the uncomfortably hard contact that was the spruce wood of the furniture behind him. he smiled gently with a tilt of his head as he followed her hands’ movements: a steady hold of her favorite, dubbed, “princess brush” in one hand and her thick, coily locks supported in the other. her thick hums bounced off of the well decorated walls of her room, coursing around him and reaching his ears, almost lulling him to sleep had it not been for the one thought that danced around his mind.

. . .“y/n?” she hums in response, temporarily pausing the brush to her hair. “why do you brush your hair every night,  when it seemingly doesn't need it?” he sat up straight now, shaking off the sleep that dared take him hostage just moments ago.

. . .she gave a light shrug before her brush continued to pass through her coils. 

. . .“it’s therapeutic,” her gaze flickered to him through her mirror, brown eyes following riki who sat up from her bed and made his way towards her at her vanity table. his hands slid over her shoulders, chin propped up the crown of her head as he looked back. she couldn't help but huff a laugh when they made eye contact. those brown eyes of his now round and full of curiosity in comparison to how they’d be sharp and intimidating. 

. . .she stared off to the side as she continued: “calms me down– grounds me. reminds me to stop rushing, y’know?” he hums. he could surely understand, considering his whole life since he was young was moving forward and never having the space to just feel the now. with his schedules being packed since their rise, it was a rare moment to be able to even breath in between breaks, preparing for comebacks immediately after.

. . .“can i try?” he asked quietly. she nodded and brushed her ends one last time before handing him the pink angel brush and tossing her hair over her shoulder. she relaxed within an instant as she felt his fingers raking through her scalp, parting a section of hair and began brushing through those ends. her eyes fluttered shut, humming to herself a lulling tune as she zoned out, not hearing the hushed compliments falling from riki’s mouth.

. . .“it’s so soft.”

. . .“it’s adorable how it bounces back.”

. . .“as cute as a doll.”

. . .he could do this for hours if she would allow him to. it was therapeutic. though it was just a simple grooming, it was like a portal to a moment he always craved; a moment of silence, stillness, the now. the candle light flickering on the vanity as opposed to those of the paparazzi. the soft humming of her voice rather than hysterical fans. the faint sound of wind knocking against the window instead of the rushed voices of staff ushering the boys to their next performance.