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After the war, heroes and civilians alike tried to get back to normal.
For you, that was building your and Keigo's agency back up and supporting the man becoming the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
At first, you didn't want your fiancé to take the position, considering what the Commission had done to him and others, but Keigo insisted he was going to do things the right way this time. You relented after the blond hero gave you his ideas of the changes that he wanted to make while also flirting with you--which you knew he was going to do.
From then on, you have done your best to be there for your lover--through thick and thin.
Over the next few years, Keigo fired the corrupt handlers and staff, reworked the Commission to function as a hero support system instead of scouting and exploiting kids, and he hired a whole new crew who were all vetted by you and Aizawa prior to the employees' training.
You were proud of the man Keigo had grown to be, even though his childhood had been less than ideal, and what the HPSC had made him do while he was under their thumb.
Now that you can truly see him, you have noticed many changes in your fiancé. Not only has Keigo aged and matured, but you are also able to pick out the physical transformation the blond has gone through.
The most obvious was your lover's hair.
Keigo had cut it short post-war, wanting to start anew, and you have watched it slowly grow out over time.
In the beginning, you were sure that you were seeing things when the little wisps around his temples started to curl and frizz up. But then, once he would get out of the shower, his golden tresses dripping wet, you were positive that he had curly hair. You hadn't noticed it before, probably due to the fact that Keigo flew everywhere, his hair always askew, and he most likely hadn't realized the texture of his hair, but you are fairly certain now.
And you wanted to prove your suspicions.
"Hey, Keigo?" Your voice flits through the room, capturing the man's attention as he exits the master bathroom and enters your shared room.
"Yes, Love?" he hums, golden eyes locking with your sparkling, beautiful eyes.
With his undivided focus, you bite your lip nervously, gaze flicking between his dripping hair and curious expression, wondering if what you're about to say might sound childish. Still, you steel yourself and proceed anyway--no matter the outcome.
"Can I style your hair?" you ask softly, hopefully.
Observing your fiancé, you take note of his surprise, and you believe you've just crossed an unknown, forbidden line.
Keigo's thick brow furrows in confusion after processing your question, head tilting as he wraps his towel around his neck, neglecting his wet locks to roam his eyes across your face, taking in your shy demeanor, and he places his hands on his hips, feeling the fabric of his sweats beneath his fingertips.
"You wanna style my hair, Baby?"
"Yes, please!" you quickly and excitedly reply, shuffling to stand up from the bed, bouncing on the balls of your feet.
"What sparked your interest all of a sudden, Sweetheart?" Is it because you can't keep your hands off of me?" Keigo teases while striding towards you, a flirty smirk tugging at his pretty lips.
You blush and roll your eyes at the man, lips pursing as Keigo's warm, calloused palms find your hips and pull you into his bare chest, still damp from his shower, and your own hands rest on his shoulders.
"I wanna use my products on your hair to see what happens, Kei!" you whine playfully.
Keigo's golden hues drag up to your hair, realizing you wish to use your (wave/curl) routine on his hair, and he chuckles, the sound deep and rich to your ears.
"Hmm, I suppose I can let you do that, Love. But don't be disappointed when my hair doesn't cooperate and do what you want it to do." Your man agrees, his heart pounding in his chest as butterflies swarm his stomach when your face lights up with joy.
"Yay! Okay, okay. Come, sit," you exclaim, kissing his cheek before yanking him along to make him sit down in your vanity chair. Keigo pouts when you don't kiss his lips, arms crossing over his defined chest as you bounce off in the direction of the bathroom to gather your (wave/curl) products, and when you return, you laugh softly at the sight of your fiancé.
"Oh, don't be like that, Baby!"
"You didn't kiss me properly!" the hero shot back like a petulant child, causing you to laugh harder.
Once you set your products down on your vanity, you stand in front of your lover, hands extending to cradle his stubbled jaw, and you lean in, planting your lips on his. Keigo sighs quietly, his own hands discovering your hips once more, and your mouths move in sync, kissing each other as if it were your first time all over again.
When the need for air arises, you break the embrace, eyes opening to track over Keigo's handsome features, thumb brushing the scar that crawled up his neck to his jawline, and Keigo smiles cheekily.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer, Dove~"
You scoff in amusement, rolling your eyes, and the blond man finally peeks his eyes open, long lashes fluttering. The blond stares up at you, swollen lips pursed as he wonders why you haven't done anything yet.
"Are you gonna mess with my hair or keep admiring my oh-so-devilishly handsome face, Sweetheart?" Keigo inquires, one eyebrow raised inquisitively, and those words kick you into action.
"Of course! But you have to stay still, Kei,"
"Yes, Ma'am. Scouts honor," the hero playfully says while slipping a hand off your hip to salute you.
Snorting, you proceed with your plan.
First, you remove the towel from Keigo's neck, setting it aside to grab a comb and detangler, and you slowly begin to detangle the absolute mess that is his hair. Keigo lets out little content noises, enjoying the way your fingers run through his thick tresses, combing the knots out as you section his hair, and his hands set about rubbing up and down your waist in a soothing manner.
Once you are able to comb through the man's hair without resistance, you snatch up a different spray bottle to get his hair wet since it had begun to dry, then you move on to your curl cream, and immediately commence the process of distributing it evenly throughout the strands.
As you did this, you could already see how Keigo's hair became more defined, the individual locks starting to take shape, and you smiled. Wrapping up that step, you used his towel to gently scrunch the hero's hair, making Keigo huff when he couldn't see the cute concentration on your face, but that was short-lived when you removed the towel from his head.
Next, you get your gel, scooping some out before delicately dragging the product along Keigo's hair by utilizing the praying hands technique, and you also finger curl specific pieces to frame his forehead and eyes. The soothing actions have Keigo relaxing in the chair, his half-lidded eyes checking you out with a love-struck look that makes you flush red, and you can't help but dip down to kiss his forehead, drawing a pleased sound from deep within Keigo's throat.
"You okay down there, Handsome?" you murmured while picking up your mousse to squirt some into your hand, and you squish your palms together to cover them both.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Keep going, Dove~" Keigo dazedly replied, careening into your touch as you scrunch the mousse into his locks.
You giggle at his response, feeling your fiancé's fingers slide under your shirt to tickle your sides, and the blond laughs along with you.
Grabbing your hairdryer and diffuser attachment, you plug the dryer in, then click the diffuser into place, and turn the appliance on. Making sure the blow-dryer isn't too hot or too cold, you cautiously hover the diffuser over Keigo's head to begin the process of drying his hair. Periodically, you lift sections to evenly distribute the (waves/curls), the moisture slowly disappearing and leaving behind a gel cast that encased each strand, and you grinned.
"Are you almost done, Baby? My neck is cramping," Keigo informs you, wincing as he shifts subtly and his neck cracks.
"Yes, yes, sorry, Keigo. Hold on for just a bit longer." You apologize, reassuring him to hold on for a little longer.
Turning off the dryer, you set it aside to check if you've dried all of the blond's hair, and when you deem it perfect, you twist the cap of your hair oil.
Squeezing about six drops into your hand, you rub your palms together before once more using praying hands to coat the (waves/curls) in the oil, and you scrunch Keigo's hair one final time, seeing and feeling his tresses turn shiny and soft.
The shape of his (waves/curls) stays, shifting and springing up as you card your digits through the man's hair, and you make sure to allow it to fall into place of its natural part.
"Alright, I'm finished! You look so cute, Kei-Baby." You breathe out, one hand slipping down to cup his face and bring his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.
Keigo groans, dragging you down to sit on his lap fully, and his arms secure themselves tightly around your midsection. The kiss is fervent and passionate, taking the breath from your lungs as Keigo kisses you like a man starved for affection, and you stroke his cheek and jaw while reciprocating the embrace with equal fervor and passion.
Breaking away, Keigo pants heavily against your lips, smiling at you with the dopiest, cutest expression on his handsome features, and you flash him a gentle smile in return.
With your index finger and thumb gripping his stubbled chin, you carefully guide the man's head to turn to your vanity mirror, wanting him to look at himself, and what Keigo sees makes his eyes widen in shock.
Taking in the (waves/curls) seemed almost surreal to him. Never had he believed his hair could look so ... Well, so pretty.
When he was a child, Keigo had no way of acquiring proper materials to bathe or wash his hair, and once the Commission took him in, they controlled everything about him, including the way that he styled his hair and even down to the type of toothpaste he used.
"Whoa, I look--" Keigo cut himself off as he stared, stunned by his appearance and unable to conclude his sentence.
"Handsome? Mmm, beautiful? Absolutely stunning?" You fired off different compliments, catching Keigo's attention, and his golden eyes drifted up to lock with your (e/c) ones in the mirror.
The blond's cheeks darkened into a beet-red hue at your reverent tone and tender words, taken aback by your sincerity. He wanted to shy away, avoid your intense gaze out of embarrassment, but you don't let him.
"Your hair is so soft, and the (waves/curls) look so good on you, Kei. So damn attractive. I dunno if I could ever stop staring at you, Baby," you whispered, fingers still in his chin as your free hand found the back of Keigo's head, and you lazily twist a lock of his hair between your digits.
Keigo murmurs your name as you two fixate on each other, his voice small--a rarity when it comes to him--and the man swallows thickly, attempting to speak, though nothing comes out. Patiently you wait, brow raised in expectance with a softness in your (e/c) eyes that makes Keigo melt, and he clears his throat, asking,
"Could you style my hair like this all the time?"
He's hopeful as you finally allowed him to swivel his head away from the mirror to peer up into your beautiful face.
"Oh, My Love, I'd be happy to!"
"Thank you, Dove. For everything~" Keigo muttered and rested his ear right above your heart, listening to the strong beats of the muscle thudding beneath your sternum.
"Anything for you, Kei. Always," you uttered, kissing the crown of his head, and caressing his soft (waves/curls), happy to see your fiancé relaxed and content for the first time in a very long time.