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Caulifla watches as Kale undoes her ponytail, letting that long, silky black hair fall just past her shoulders. It's thick, like most Saiyans' hair, but not quite as typically shaggy, and not wiry either. Maybe her hair type isn't that special, but because it's Kale, it feels special. Caulifla wants to run her fingers through it before Kale pulls it back up into her usual expertly done hairstyle.
She doesn't mean to, but Caulifla finds her arm reaching towards her precious protegeé's hair, just as she's about to redo the ponytail. Kale notices before she can retract her hand.
"Caulifla?"
"Ah--! Sorry," She lowers her arm and tries to smile nonchalantly, internally cursing the embarrassment that creeps up her face. Why is she feeling like this around her trusted Kale? Nervous is an almost non-existent word in her dictionary--Almost. Almost, because there's Kale. "It's just..."
"What is it? I-is there something in my hair?" Kale's hands fly to the back of her head in a panic. God, she's cute.
"No, no!" Caulifla assures, "It's just that I wanted to... Can I touch your hair?"
The worried angle of Kale's eyebrows soften and her eyes widen slightly, leaving her expression somewhere between relief and shock. Her hands move from her head to wring nervously in front of her.
"You... want to touch my hair?"
Caulifla nods, "Yeah! If that's okay?"
"It's okay..." Kale averts her eyes. The wringing of her hands slows to a tight squeeze.
She turns around, and Caulifla steps forward. Without hesitation, she slowly reaches up, gently taking hold of a lock and lets it fall out of her palm. It's as soft and thick as it looks, she can't stop herself from running her fingers through it. The feeling is mesmerizing.
"Pretty..." Caulifla mumbles without thinking.
"Huh?"
"Your hair," She speaks up. Her throat feels a little dry. "It's-- It's really pretty."
"Oh, th-thank you..."
Caulifla continues running her fingers through it, playing it, even tries braiding it a little--but quickly gives up. She's nowhere near as experienced in styling hair as Kale.
"It's so much smoother than mine!" She laughs.
"I-I like your hair!" Kale blurts.
"Hm? You do?" Caulifla tries to move around and catch her eye, but Kale turns her gaze away again.
"U-um, yeah" She stutters nervously, reaching up and twisting a lock of hair around her finger as she speaks. Cute. "I-it's big and fluffy, I think it really suits you."
Caulifla tries meet her eyes again, and when Kale finally looks back at her, she grins. She always looks at her eventually, and Caulifla's heart always gets a little surge of pride when she does. The only one Kale looks at like that is her, and Caulifla's heart only jumps like that when it's Kale.
Kale's arms move behind her back and she stands a bit more confidently.
"Um... Do you think," She starts, not losing eye contact, "Do you think I should leave my hair down for a little while?"
Caulifla's heart swells again.
"Yeah! Yeah, do that."
A sweet smile spreads on Kale's face, and it suddenly occurs to Caulifla her heart might have limits on how much it can take. Well, it doesn't bother her too much; breaking limits is second nature to her.