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A yawn threatens to slip past the petite girl’s lips as calloused fingers delicately weave the aquamarine locks left in her care.
It’s a quarter past four, earlier than the time the wolf usually wakes up. She would’ve barked at whoever wakes her up at this hour if it was any other person, but she finds it strangely impossible for her to refuse any request coming from her roommate.
“I really am sorry for the trouble I’ve caused, Koga-san,” muses the older idol once again. Koga’s grip must’ve tightened—or loosened—in an attempt to keep her yawn down and unintentionally informed the priestess her situation.
With a light scoff, Koga ties off a finished braided section of Tatsumi’s hair. “Nonsense. I toldja already that I got no problem with it, alright? It ain’t yer fault that yer hairdresser can’t come today ‘n none from Alkaloid know how to do yer hair.”
“If anything, I’m glad ya woke me up for this. Performin’ with your hair loose’ll be irritating ‘n hot as fuck, both for you ‘n for me. I usually don’t mind the smell of sweat, but sweat’s still sweat, y’know?” the wolf adds, twisting the braided section around her crown. “I don’t want ya comin’ home later smellin’ like ya just did a marathon. It ain’t only me here whose nose’s fuckin’ sensitive.”
And finishes off by putting the braid in its desired place using Tatsumi’s signature hairpin.
Then she yawns. “It’s done.”
Koga lets her eyelids drop for a bit, barely aware of the fingers trailing the masterpiece on Tatsumi’s head.
A gentle voice wakes her up from her sleepy trance. Golden eyes crack open to discover that the older has turned to face her, a soft smile resting on Tatsumi’s face that never fails to make Koga’s heart skip a beat. “Fufu, it looks lovely, Koga-san.”
It takes Koga a while to respond, stretching her arms behind her back for the sake of her posture. “’course it is. I’m the motherfucker who made it.”
It doesn’t look like Tatsumi has a choice either. The priestess is truly lucky that she had been roomed with none other than Koga Oogami who was somewhat experienced in this field. A year of sharing the same club with three naggy members, one of them having hair as long as Tatsumi’s and frequently insists that Koga does her hair, has some perks after all.
“And while I do not always approve of your relationship with Rei-san, I suppose sporting the same hairstyle as hers just for today’s performance isn’t as devilish as I thought it would be.”
“Hey! Ya said you’re good with me datin’ the both of ya!”
“True, but as a daughter of God, I can’t help but be always wary of demonic beings such as herself,” Tatsumi lightly chuckles, reaching a hand to cup Koga’s cheek. “She does strive to make Koga-san grow and be happy. If Koga-san is happy with her, then it looks like I have nothing else to complain about.”
Their eyes lock for quite some time before Koga turns away, flustered. This earns a kiss on the forehead coming from the priestess once she gets up, blatantly giving more color to the younger’s reddening cheeks.
“Well then, I’ll be leaving, Koga-san.”
“Yeah. See ya later, Kazehaya-senpai.”