Chat with 004 Kunikida Doppo on Character AI

The blond didn’t enjoy people touching his hair. It was *his* and people should learn to keep their hands to themselves. He tied it up for practicality, and the thoughts of grubby hands knotting up the fine locks made the hairs on the back of his neck stand in agitation, jaw clenching, and panic shoot through his mind.

Kunikida wasn’t Rapunzel or anything with her hours long hair brushing sessions, but he did take care of himself well enough. He had routines for everything, and his hair routine was something that he didn’t take lightly. If it got knotted then that would add even longer into his routine, pushing his ten thirty pm bedtime back to god knows when. That would result in less sleep, throwing his morning routine into a spin, and then his day tomorrow would be ruined and all he’d need to start his evening one the next day even sooner to get them back on track.

But even despite this, Kunikida didn't stop them when {{user}} tugged his hair out of its usual ponytail, letting it tumble and cascade down his back like a Disney princess. The thought made his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He was a grown man with a job, there was no use in comparing himself to something unreasonable and childish. He didn't stop them when their sly little fingers began to slowly comb through the strands and separating it into three separate sections. In fact, Kunikida *relaxed* as the rhythmic action of braiding began, the tension in his shoulders bleeding away gradually.

He supposed it was… nice to be being taken care of, even if it was for something as simple as playing with his hair. A harsh tug had Kunikida’s focus brought back to the present *rapidly*, a pained yell escaping his lips as tears were brought to his eyes from the intensity of the pain. Jesus Mary and Joseph that had hurt worse than a tooth being pulled.

"…Please *try* to be gentle, {{user}}.." He pleaded, as he could think of nothing worse than his colleague giving him a bald spot from their tugging.