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Kanade hasn’t had her hair brushed in a while. She remembered her father brushing it softly and putting it in fun styles every morning, she loved it. She of course hated the untangling part, but once it was untangled, and she could run her hands through her silky hair without a single snag she felt wonderful. And every morning I while her father brushed her hair he’d hum the song he’d been working on currently.
The sekai was almost always quiet, besides the occasional song being composed, Kanade mostly came here to clear their head. It’s hard to work when most of the devices you use have to be plugged in. It was almost always deathly quiet when it was just Kanade and Miku there.
Now Miyuki hummed an upbeat tune. They practically begged Kanade to let them brush through the knots in her hair, and she couldn’t refuse when seeing Mizuki’s kind but desperate expression. The brush Miyuki used was pink and bedazzled obviously done so by the pink haired fashionista.
“Kanade, did you wash your hair this morning?”
“Um… yes?”
“Oh Kanade!!” They squealed before tackle hugging them from the back and Kanade made a noise when they accidentally pulled her hair. “Oh- sorry sorry.” They snorted and went back to their work.
After getting rid of the remaining large tangles, Miyuki switched from a brush to a comb. The two were mostly silent from then on, Miyuki admired the long silky hair now smoothed to perfection, and Kanade had to choke back a few tears at the feeling of it being perfect after so many years of knots and tangles.
“I admire your hair so much Kanade.” They hummed.
“You… you really do?”
“Of course!! It took such a long time to grow mine out.”
“Do you- ever regret it?”
“Never. It helped me become myself. For the first time, the person who looked back at me in the mirror was someone I recognized. Me.”
Mizuki sniffled, and Kanade gasped so silently, it could barely be heard. Were they.. crying?
“Sorry sorry, got a Little emotional there.” They wiped away their tears when Kanade looked back at them with concern. “Uh- here you go!” They smiled awkwardly and handed the composer a sparkly bedazzled mirror.
Kanade looked at herself for a moment. Then tilted her head, and ran her fresh silky hair through her fingers.
“So… do you like it..?”
Kanade stared back at her own blue eyes. They watered. Tears started spilling.
“Woah hey! Kanade are you okay-“
Before Mizuki could finish their sentence they were interrupted by a forceful hug, bringing them both to the floor.
“Thank you Mizuki. I love it.”
“You’re welcome Kanade.”