My fingers were already buried in his hair—soft, surprisingly silky for someone like him, the strands sliding between my fingertips like snow. His hair looked messy, but up close it was more… unruly, like it naturally fell in that perfectly wild way. Not fluffy like Glacier's fur and not messy like Macaron's feathers—somewhere in between. Untamed but soft.
Kairos slowly tilted his head up. His blue eyes meeting mine. My soul almost left my body yanked out by the intensity of his gaze.
"…Why are you touching my hair?" he asked in a quiet tone—neutral, but with that undertone that made every Nightjar member shut up instantly.
"I—I—" I couldn't form any words. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, my brain scrambling for an escape.
"I, um—there was—dust," I blurted, lying through my teeth as I awkwardly retracted my hand like it had caught fire.
Kairos blinked, although the corner of his lip twitched. Just slightly. "…Dust?" he repeated.
