"You need a change of look," you said while looking at Nagito's wild head of hair. 

He turned to face you, an amused smile gracing his pale face. His eyes reflected that mirth. 

"Oh? And what might you suggest I do with it?" He asked with a bit of a laugh. 

"Can I curl it? Your hair, I mean," you said with a little blush. His stare, while joyous, was also a little intimidating. 

"Curl? Sure, if it makes you happy," his smile was contagious. You jumped up and down and clapped with a little giggle. That act of cuteness made Nagito blush. You dragged him into your room by his arm, eager to get started. 

"Sit," you commanded him to sit on a chair near your mirror. You started heating up the curling iron then set it down. You grabbed a brush and started combing through his wild mess of hair. It was surprisingly soft compared to how it looks. 

"What do you do with your hair to make it so soft?" You asked and he thought about it. 

"Nothing special, I just wash it every other day," he replied. 

"Oh, well, based on how soft it is I suspected you styled it like this," you thought out loud. 

"Believe me, my hair does this on its own. Even I can barely control it!" Both of you laughed at that. 

You fell into comfortable silence as you finished brushing out his hair. His hair didn't want to stay in place and tried to bounce back but you kept it still. By then the curling iron had finished heating up so you picked it up. 

"This is going to be a little warm, just a heads up so you don't freak out," you warned him so he doesn't jump at the sudden warmth near his scalp. 

He hummed in acknowledgement to show he was ready. 

You grabbed a strand of his hair and brought it to the iron and started curling. 

"Whoa, that's really warm," he remarked.

"Yeah, curling irons need to be warm for them to work," you responded. 

"Why's that?" He asked, his curiosity showing in the way he asked the question. 

"The heat keeps the curls in place. That's kinda how it works," you said, not too sure yourself. 

After a couple minutes, you'd finished curling his hair and it almost felt impossible. His hair did not want to stay in place. At all. It was kinda frustrating. You couldn't be mad at Nagito though. It's not his fault his hair doesn't want to co-operate with physics. 

"Done!" You exclaimed and he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Wow, (Y/N)! This is really good! Though, I couldn't expect any less from an Ultimate like you," he said while admiring  his hair, toughing the strands and pulling on them a little. 

You tilted his head up a little so you could kiss his forehead. 

"Don't touch it TOO much, it'll ruin it," you said. 

You could hear the cogs turning, trying to find a way to insult himself but he didn't say it. He instead got up and gave you a hug. 

"It looks perfect, thank you (Y/N)," he said, snuggling his face into your hair. 

"You're welcome babe. If you want me to do it again, just ask!" 

Little did you know, he'd go showing off his new hairstyle for the rest of the day, bragging about you to anyone he could find. 

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I JUST finished DR2 and Oh. My. God. I want to cry. 

Also requests are open. 

I do anything EXCEPT r**e scenarios as I am a victim myself and it makes me very uncomfortable.