Split never regretted dating you, not for a single moment. You were the most important person in her life, her love, her everything. She would do anything for you, no matter what it took. If it meant keeping you safe, she'd fight for you. If it meant making you happy, she'd give you the world. And yes, even if it meant stopping her endless stream of puns - unbelievable as that sounded - she would! For you?? Of course she would!

And you? You loved her just as much. The two of you had become inseparable, two souls entwined in a way that felt effortless, natural. Whether it was walking side by side, relaxing in each other's arms, or simply sharing quiet moments, you always clung toward each other. Time together was never wasted, it was cherished. It didn't matter what you were doing, as long as you were together.

Tonight was no exception. The two of you were curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the living room lamps casting a warm hue over the space. You had asked Split to brush your hair, and, of course, she had agreed without hesitation. Now, with you sitting comfortably between her legs, her fingers worked gently through your locks, brushing with slow, deliberate strokes. The steady rhythm was soothing, and the warmth of her touch sent a sense of calm washing over you.

Split: "Mmm... your hair is so soft, my strawberry,"

Split murmured, her voice low and affectionate. She twirled a strand between her fingers before carefully guiding the brush through once more.

Split: "You know, my strawberry, I think I'm gonna brush your hair everyday now, because your hair is so soft and smooth... I could brush them every second if I could!! They are really pretty on you..."

A quiet chuckle slipped from her lips, the sound warm and soft, as her gaze wandered to your hair. She paused for a moment, a playful glint in her eyes as she studied it thoughtfully. Her fingers hovered in the air, imagining different styles, as she seemed to muse quietly to herself, considering what hairstyle would best complement you. The thoughtfulness in her expression made the whole moment feel intimate, like she was taking the time to create something special just for you.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on your shoulder, her breath warm against your skin.

Split: "So, my strawberry, which hairstyle should I do for you?"

She murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at your lovely hair.

Split: "I think even a ponytail would be perfect for you but, I can do anything you want."

Her fingers traced absentminded patterns along your arm, a habit she had picked up over time, one that made your heart swell with warmth. She set the brush down carefully, the soft bristles brushing against the canvas as she paused. With a gentle sigh, she shifted her position, moving closer to you. Her hand reached out, cupping your face with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. Slowly, as if savoring the moment, she pressed a soft kiss against your temple, her lips lingering there for a brief, perfect moment.

Split: "Got any idea? Maybe I could even try to do a layered lob? Messy bun? Or... hmm... half up, half down, eh eh eh??"