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“What do you think?” Shinobu’s voice called out to Giyuu from the general direction of his bedroom door.
Herdly looking up from his phone, he shot back a reply, “What the fuck are you doing in my room.” Shinobu placed a hand over her heart in false shock and crossed her arms over her chest. “Your mom let me in. Who are you texting? Sabito?”
Giyuu slammed down his phone. “None of your business. Why are you here?”
Shinobu stuck out her tongue. “None of your business.” she mocked him, even dropping the pitch of her voice to match his. She opened her bag and started rummaging through it. “Pick a color.”
“… blue?” Giyuu narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Please don’t tell me you have hair dye in there.” Shinobu wiggled her eyebrows as she plucked a dark blue bottle from the depths of her bag. “Bingo.”
“There is no way you’re putting that shit in my hair.” “Come on, Tomioka! It’ll be fun!”
Shinobu turned to go to the bathroom. “If you’re not in the bathroom in two minutes, I will personally drag you there myself.” She threw a devilish smile over her shoulder as she left.
Giyuu had to remind himself that murder was still illegal as he got up reluctantly to follow Shinobu into the bathroom.
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Shinobu insisted on recording a video. “For memory!” she had said. Giyuu has a hunch that she just wanted to save this moment to laugh at him later on.
“First things first. I gotta wash your hair.” She hopped up onto the sink counter and leaned over Giyuu’s face with a smile just on the borderline of wicked.
“I took a shower literally ten minutes ago-” She interrupted Giyuu’s complaint by pressing a finger to his lips.
“Let the professional work, goddamn.” She began washing his hair, occasionally swearing as she encountered a knot.
Giyuu grumbled. “You dye your hair once and you call yourself a professional.”
“Actually, Kanroji let me dye her hair before I came here.” Shinobu shot back, referring to the pink-and-green haired “friend” of Shinobu’s. Giyuu raised an eyebrow, which Shinobu flicked at. “Kanroji, is it?” “Shut the ever loving fuck up before I pour this conditioner in your mouth.”
She held up a lock of Giyuu’s hair, completely knotted up. “Do you really call this ‘washing your hair’? Please. You probably just stood there singing, you fucking hopeless romantic.” Giyuu wrinkled his nose at her tone and reached up to bat her hand away, but she slapped his hand back.
“I just… forgot to brush it! Why'd you even come here if all you're gonna do is complain about my hair?”
“I’m born to complain about you; it's like fate. Also why we broke up in middle school.” True, Giyuu mused. The two of them had dated back in middle school, but split after they figured that their relationship was too casual for a relationship.
Shinobu dragged a brush through Giyuu’s hair, then reached for the hair dye bottle.
They lapsed into silence, some jazzy tune playing from Giyuu’s phone speakers serving as a way to fill the air. The only other sound was Shinobu working the dye into Giyuu’s hair.
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“I hope you’re not complaining, because my hands hurt. Why the fuck do you never brush your hair?” Shinobu cracked her knuckles and groaned as Giyuu examined his newly dyed hair in the mirror.
He reached up to touch the bold blue tips.
Much as he hated to admit it, it did look pretty good. He looked up at Shinobu, still sitting cross-legged on the counter taking pictures of her hair in the mirror.
“Hey, wanna get lunch or something?” Shinobu perked up at the thought of lunch, and she spun around to face Giyuu. “You paying?”
“Isn’t it your turn now?” Shinobu made a face. She hopped off the counter. “I think so. Where do you wanna go?” She opened her wallet to check how much money she had.
“The usual.” Giyuu replied. “And tell me more about your date with Mitsuri on the way,” he added, smirking and raising an eyebrow.
“I told you we aren't dating!”