PlasticPudding

      daffodil // desire for affection to be returned  akira kurusu x reader      He sighed deeply, the shine on his glasses masking the tired bags beneath his gray hues. Akira’s face might have shown nothing but his immense boredom for the class lecture, but his eyes were on the gorgeous blonde-haired woman in front of him.      The beauty that was easily oblivious to his affections.      Ann Takamaki, the half-Japanese model whose splendor simply blew him away as soon as he had laid eyes on her. Emerald jewels, locks like the sun and a body that any man would desire. His mood soured when his thoughts returned him to the time when

“Why do you never touch my hair?” The question came out of the blue as you looked up from your book to see Lukas on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed as he unconsciously pursed his lips at you. “What do you mean?” you asked, your confusion evident in both your voice and arched eyebrows. “My hair.” He lifted a finger to point at his hair before holding a lock of it between his fingers. “It’s just…” Lukas muttered slowly, “You never seem to play with it, nor touch it for that matter.” “But don’t you dislike it when people touch your hair?” Returni