this idea cameth upon thy head upon my entrance of la escuela (and yes i am fluent in french for anyone wondering 🤗)

"What's that?" Ahsoka asked, cringing and moving her head from Anakin's shoulder to his chest. The temple had been freezing lately, and the blankets that the Order provided were not quite enough to keep each of them warm, so they'd chosen each other as a source of heat instead.

"Hmm?" Anakin looked down at her and she dipped her head even further when his chin came in contact with one of her montrals. "What's wrong?"

"Your face."

Anakin gave her his best unimpressed look and rolled his eyes.

"No—I'm serious, it's all scratchy," she continued, resting her elbows on his stomach to prop herself up.

Anakin furrowed his eyebrows under her worried gaze, lifting a hand up to his chin to brush two fingers across his jawline, face breaking into a grin as he tried not to laugh at what had gotten her so worked up.

"It's just stubble, Snips."

Her eyes widened.

"Is that bad?"

"No," he laughed, pressing her back down against himself, "it's not bad, it just means that I forgot to shave last night." 

"What do you mean?"

He looked down at her as she pushed against his hand on her head, trying to face him again.

"Like... like shave the hair off," he continued confusedly. "Obi-Wan has a beard because he doesn't shave."

"I know that, but I didn't realize that you could grow one too," she said, eyebrow markings furrowed.

"What?" Anakin laughed again, peering down at her, smiling at her expression, forehead and nose wrinkled, eyes squinted in thought. It was adorable. "Why wouldn't I be able to grow one too?"

"Well, you've never had one so I just thought that you didn't have hair on your face, I guess," she explained while Anakin clamped his teeth down hard on the inside of his cheek, desperately trying not to laugh any harder.

"You thought that just some humans are born with hair on their faces?"

"Well, yeah!"

"Go to sleep, Snips," he coughed, laughter fizzling away.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know?! I don't have any hair, other than my eyelashes!"

He flicked a hand, turning off the lights.

"Go to sleep, Snips," he repeated, still grinning widely.

"Can I help you shave tomorrow?" she asked instead, ignoring his instructions completely and sitting straight up. "Or right now?"

"No."

"Aww," she pouted, rolling her eyes at him because it was dark enough that he wouldn't see and—

"Your eyes glow in the dark, Padawan mine," he reminded her with a smirk as she laid back down. "I saw that."

"Whatever. You deserve that for laughing at me."

"Oh, well, if you're that upset with me, I guess you can't help me shave tomorrow," Anakin sang dramatically.

"I'm sorry!" she cried. "Please, I want to help you!"

Anakin kissed the tip of each of her montrals.

"Alright."

the chapter with the shaving shall be written ☝️