#but no fr in this arc he needs like;;; several baths lmao

[inkykeiji]

*washes tomura’s hair in the meta liberation army arc the moment machia begins his three hour nap*

he loves having his hair played with, and despite his blood fizzing with adrenaline + lungs burning with exhilaration, the thrill fades to a dull, dim tingle the moment your fingers sink into those silvery-blue tufts, his ruby eyes slipping shut as fingertips massage gentle circles into his scalp and scrub sweat and dirt and grime from his roots.

he never stumbles into full unconsciousness, that tingle now nothing more than a gentle kindling slumbering but smoldering deep behind his ribs, laying in wait to catch fire again, to be reignited by the spark of danger or aroused by the enticement of victory, the flame subdued but still alive, keeping him in a constant state of semi-alert.

but the reprieve your touch offers is enough to reinvigorate him some, to restore an adequate amount of energy to him so that he can fight again, and fight well, until his next pocket of rest is reached and he staggers over to you, usually fluffy strands stringy and matted with salt, scraggily stuck to his neck and cheeks and temples, and flops his head down in your lap with a heavy sigh, a nonverbal demand to do it all over again <3