✓ : 10/7/20
✎ : 455
✿ : fluff
ϟ : none

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Something pokes out underneath the book Squalo is reading.

"Can you help me brush my hair?" Tiziano whines, shoving a comb into his hand. The book tumbles out of his grip and falls shut, sending the (unmarked) page he was reading into oblivion.

Squalo sighs. "Why?"

"I bench-pressed yesterday and now my arms don't work anymore." Tiziano mumbles into his stomach. The wetness of his hair is seeping into the fabric of Squalo's shirt, and with Tiziano plus their blanket on top of him, Squalo is beginning to sweat.

Damn it. He's sure he could hate Tiziano more, if he didn't love him so freaking much.

"Fine. Sit up." He grumbles, and immediately Tiziano jumps up from where he's lying, lifting the covers and sending a rush of cool air to Squalo's overheating body. Well, that works too. "Turn around."

Tiziano happily obliges, and Squalo starts to brush his hair as instructed, working the comb through each knot and tangle. Thank goodness there aren't that many, and with the absurdly expensive shampoo and conditioner Tiziano uses, his hair is basically always a gorgeous waterfall. Oh, how Squalo — with his thick, coarse, frizzy, bright red excuse for "hair" — envies people like that.

But Tiziano always complains to him about how his red-hair-blue-eyes combination is so beautiful and rare, so he supposes he can let it slide.

"Done." Squalo says, and Tiziano turns around to give him a peck on the lips, hair splaying into the air like some Disney princess's:

"Grazie."

He settles down next to Squalo, slouching and leaning against his shoulder as Squalo picks up his abandoned book. "What are you reading?"

"Dunno. You made me lose my page." Squalo replies lamely, and (not entirely to his surprise) Tiziano plucks the book out of his hands:

"Let's go to bed then. I'm tired."

Nodding, Squalo turns the lights off and lies down next to Tiziano. His damp hair actually feels quite cool and nice against his skin, when Tiziano scoots closer and lays his head onto Squalo's shoulder.

"Wait. Did you know? You can get scalp fungus if you go to bed with your hair wet."

"What?" Tiziano gasps, before smacking him on the chest. "No way. I do it all the time, but I'm still fine. Where did you get this from, anyway?"

"..."

"Don't tell me it was from that book? Squalo, what the fuck kinda book are you reading? "Compilation of Disturbing Made-Up Facts from the Internet"?"

"Go to sleep, Tiz. I thought you were tired?"

"What are you reading?!"

"Shut up or I'll give you another disturbing fact."

"You didn't even make that up?"

"Did you know that if—"

"Okay! Okay! Goodnight, Squalo, you monster!"

"Love you honey."

"... Love you too."

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imma come up w the most misleading/blursed/memey titles possible for these.

can't help but feel like if i don't update for 5s imma be instantly forgotten. terrible mentality tbh.