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Naoya was sitting in Utahime’s bathroom while she applied peroxide to his root touch-up, which had grown quite a bit over the past three months since he had neglected to touch them up.
The product was uncomfortable and tingled, but fortunately, he was used to it
“Why didn’t you go to a hairstylist for this?” — Utahime asked with her soft, lovely voice. — “I thought you only trusted other men.”
Naoya let out an ironic laugh. “That’s one of the few things I think you woman are good at. Your hands are softer. Well, at least most of the time,” — he teased, sticking his tongue out at her in the bathroom mirror in front of them. — “Besides, I must have trained you well enough to do this for me.”
Utahime responded with a small frown. — “Shut up.” She had finished applying the product and continued, — “You said you wanted me to paint your nails as well. We can do that while your roots develop.”
She decided to ignore her boyfriend’s earlier comment
“Alright, I brought the usual black nail polish.”
They both left the bathroom and sat on the older woman’s living room sofa
Naoya didn’t really see the need for so many products on his nails–cuticle softener, base coat, waiting for it to dry, then applying the polish
But Utahime seemed to enjoy the process (maybe she liked taking care of him), so he didn’t complain.
“Don’t be careless and let my roots develop too much, woman. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to date a man with platinum roots,” — he said, even though he knew the roots of Gojo Satoru’s hair weren’t exactly platinum, she knew it was about him that Naoya was talking
Utahime gently shoved him, causing him to knock his hand against a cushion and smudge his nail polish. — “Useless woman can’t even paint nails properly.”
Utahime made an even worse face and tried to throw a cushion at him, but he dodged it, and she could see the mischievous smile on her boyfriend’s face.
“At least Satoru–kun was right about one thing. It’s really fun to tease you,” — he said, his warm smile matching his playful tone.
He held Utahime’s arms and gave her a quick kiss. — “You may be a useless woman, but you’re my useless woman,” — he laughed, teasing her, their faces still very close.
“Oh, shut your—” Before she could finish her audible exclamation, he kissed her again.
“I’m just teasing you,” Naoya said, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. She was still surprised by his affectionate gestures.
Then she managed to paint Naoya’s nails without any further interruptions.
When they removed the product from Naoya’s roots, thankfully, his hair wasn’t as platinum as he feared, and Utahime applied the dye and then the toner smoothly. Her hands were indeed very soft.
They ended the day with facial masks that Utahime uses and slept holding each other Naoya was certainly the smaller spoon.