His eyes shift up, caught off guard. His jaw goes a little rigid at the idea that he could be that for someone else. It's difficult, but he nods, accepting it at face value without question, even if it leaves his heart hammering inside his chest. His quirk swings from left to right to left again. He keeps his quirk under control this time, enough to reach out in his own manner. ]
Can I... wash your hair?
[ There's a sense of hesitancy in the question. His subtle expression hides the nerves he feels asking for something he wants. Maybe that's why it's a quiet ask with no bold inflection in his tone. ]
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His eyes shift up, caught off guard. His jaw goes a little rigid at the idea that he could be that for someone else. It's difficult, but he nods, accepting it at face value without question, even if it leaves his heart hammering inside his chest. His quirk swings from left to right to left again. He keeps his quirk under control this time, enough to reach out in his own manner. ]
Can I... wash your hair?
[ There's a sense of hesitancy in the question. His subtle expression hides the nerves he feels asking for something he wants. Maybe that's why it's a quiet ask with no bold inflection in his tone. ]