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For as far as she could remember, Kirara has had somewhat of a ritual where she stares at herself in the mirror for a solid ten minutes. A slow smile crept on her lips on this particular Thursday evening, humming in approval of what she saw in front of her.
For years, the reflection of what she saw in the mirror has been a constant internal battle. She hated her angular, boyish body. She hated her broad shoulders. She hated her flat chest. She hated her lack of hips. The thing Kirara especially hated was how her hair only came down to her ears in a short bowl cut. She hated the fact that she felt like she was being held hostage in a stranger's body.
But now, Kirara couldn’t keep herself from beaming at her reflection in the mirror. Her body has now grown into the body she always wanted. Her hair flows to her shoulders in a choppy hime cut. She blushes as she remembers showing Kinji a picture of the hairstyle she wanted. It was a cute hairstyle that consisted of slight hime bangs that weren’t too obvious, in addition to the frontal bangs she already had. The hairstyle was cute and feminine and would’ve suited her rounded face perfectly.
2 WEEKS EARLIER
“Wait, you're telling me you scheduled a whole appointment to do that? I could literally do it on your head for free, Kirara!” Kinji blurted.
“Yeah sure you can.” Kirara said as she rolled her eyes. “Besides, this lady literally does it in a way where she layers the hair perfectly. No offense, Kin-chan, but I wouldn’t even trust you to paint my nails again after the last time where you painted everywhere but my fingernails.”
Kirara turned away from him and continued to scroll through the stylist’s Instagram page, admiring her skills. Kinji got up from his seat and headed to the kitchen shuffling through several drawers in hopes of finding what he was looking for.
“Ugh, where are they?” he groaned.
“Where’s what?” Kirara said in a slightly annoyed tone, turning around to face Kinji.
“Never mind, I found ‘em” Kinji mumbled. “Ok, like I said, I can cut that hair of yours for free of charge, Kirara” He chuckled as he motioned for Kirara to come sit on a higher chair near the kitchen’s island, making the scissors he held in his big hands go “snip”.
“Kin-chan, you’re not seriously thinking of cutting my hair, are you?” Kirara giggled. No matter how much she pretended to be annoyed by him, she knew deep down that she deeply loved the boy who stood in front of her, Hakari Kinji. Despite not really saying it out loud, she could tell that Kinji cares about her too. It has always been the two of them. And it will always will be.
“Yeah, I can cut your hair. Plus, that lady is definitely gonna overcharge your ass. Come on, if you trusted me, you’d know I could cut your hair how you wanted it” Kinji insisted with a smirk.
“Kin-chan, this is my hair though. It’s a completely different situation than us arguing about what we’re having for takeout when we’re hungry. I’ve been growing it out for years, you know this right?” Kirara explained.
“I do.”
Kirara sighed and took a deep breath, getting up from the spot she sat on the sofa. She took a quick stretch before sitting on the spot Kinji motioned to earlier.
“Promise you’ll cut my hair like how I wanted it” Kirara whispered, blindly trusting her boyfriend to cut her hair.
“I promise,” Kinji said in a tone identical her’s.
Kirara pulled up the inspo pic and handed her phone over to the bigger boy. He took one good long look before he got to work on her head.
Sitting there in silence for several moments, Kirara gritted her teeth. Her throat started to feel dry as she felt Kinji take the scissors to her hair. It's not that she didn’t trust Kinji, she trusts him with her whole life. It's just that her hair is something that meant a lot to her. For years, she ached for longer hair, something that solidified her femininity. If he messed up, God knows how long it will take her to grow it out evenly.
“It’s just hair, it’ll grow back right?”, Kirara thought internally.
“Uhh, Kirara? You wanted the layers throughout your hair, right?”
Kirara’s heart sank. “Kin-chan… what did you do?!?!” Kirara exclaimed as she looked up to face him.
“Nothing, I promise! I think I went a little crazy with the layers. It looks good, I promise! But…I guess… I thought you should see it for yourself, though” Kinji muttered nervously.
Kirara frantically got up and ran to the bathroom. She braced herself for the disappointment and tears that could potentially ensue. She’d have to keep it together so she wouldn’t make Kinji feel bad.
“Oh…” Kirara quietly mouthed as she took a look at herself. Tears started to swell at the bottom of her lash line. The frontal bangs she had before remained untouched. Kinji do the hime bangs she wanted. Although a little choppy, they seamlessly blended into her hair, creating a slight mullet that complimented her rounder cheeks. The rest of her of her hair was cut into choppy layers. Even though it wasn’t quite what she had in mind, she loved it.
“You like it?” a familiar voice inquired, causing her to slightly flinch. Her teary eyes faced the taller boy. She jumped into his arms in a cliche fashion, soaking his shirt with tears, causing her mascara to stain his light grey tee.
“I’ll take that as a no… Kirara, I guess… I got too cocky, I should’ve not messed up your hair, I’m sorr-”
“No”, she interrupted him. She took a step back and looked up into his apologetic eyes. “Kin-chan…I love it” she giggled.
Kinji’s expression shifted from a regretful look to a puzzled one.
“You do? Why are you crying, then?" He questioned the shorter girl standing in front of him, beginning to chuckle.
“Because, I’m emotional, you jerk!” Kirara beamed at her idiot boyfriend. “Thank you, Kin-chan… I feel like a brand new girl.” Kirara started to choke up again, causing Kinji to lean forward, frantically attempting to wipe away all of his girlfriend’s tears that rolled down her cheeks. One thing he hated was seeing her cry, every time she did, he felt as though a heavy anchor pulled his heart to the swells of his stomach.
“C’mon, Kirara, you're seriously crying? It’s soba night, remember? You love soba, right? Let’s go make some, I’m starving” Kinji said in an attempt to calm Kirara down. He threw his arms around her pulling her closer, pressing a kiss on the top of her head.
“Yeah, me too” she whispered, snuggling into his embrace. “Let’s go make some, Kin-chan”.
THE END.