Itachi and Sasuke

Itachi was not ignorant of the fact that his younger brother liked watching him comb his hair; Sasuke always stood at the doorway while it happened, silent and shy, his stare intent and mesmerized as it followed the path of the brush down the length of Itachi’s hair, over and over again.

Sasuke did seem a little more embarrassed than usual, however, the day Itachi offered him the brush instead.

Kneeling behind Itachi, Sasuke held his older brother’s hair in place as he combed out the small tangles Itachi’s training left behind, repeating the gentle, steady motions Sasuke had seen countless times before.

“You know,” Itachi started, “it’d look good if you grew yours out, too.”

Sasuke shook his head. “Long hair looks nicer on other people.”

Itachi tipped his head back, and smiled.