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"Y-you wanna try cutting my hair?" You smile and nod and look at Idia with the best puppy eyes you could muster, trying to convince him. He keeps quiet for a bit, whether to gather his thoughts or to leave you in suspense, he answers either way. "Are- Are you sure?? 'm sure I'll look weird with short hair but I guess you could take a shot at it."
You could literally burst at the seams.
You summon something, a somewhat sharp ice shard. Idia just sits at his bed and waits for you twiddling with his fingers. Not getting anything ready since nothing would fall into his hoodie and make him itchy.
You get behind him and hold the shard, taking a deep breath as you ask the nervous if he's really sure about this. "Just do it before I get too scared and chicken out." He takes a deep breathe and waits for your next move.
Taking hold of Idia's long hair, your fist acting as a hair tie replacement and push the shard through his hair from up from his neck. This results in his cut hair separating and flittering into nothing, leaving a short, uneven bob of blue flame. His hair floats up to leave his nape and styling itself somehow. (Think of his masquerade hair but hat-less)
You mutter something of amazement at the unique physics of his hair, causing the other to let out a small laugh of endearment. "How can it do that??" You know how, fire physics, but you're asking him about how it styles itself. "Let's just leave it at... Magic." You tease him a bit for not knowing much about how his own hair functions before telling him how pretty and cute he looked. Miraculously, or not at this point, his hair got longer and longer until it went back to its original length. He grabs fists full of his hair, pink forming at the tips, and shields his flushed face from you.
Now you were curious. You make a look of confusion and ask about his hair's properties again. Speaking from under his hair, he responds, "I don't know??? Think of it like those princess dress-up games' magic hair growth cream. Not that I've.. Played any." You don't take the bait and yet just make a noise of acknowledgement, not wanting to pry into his childhood gamer awakening just yet.
Then a brilliant idea hits you, along the lines of what if you styled his hair in ways you wanted to when you were a child? Like in those princess dress-up games. Setting down the shard in your hand, You ask him if styling it was possible. Idia lets go of his hair and shrugs, twiddling with his fingers. "Could I try?" He thinks for a moment, his fidgeting speeding up until he nods. Before he knows it, you're on a spree of hairstyles, braids, pigtails, ponytails, lengths, bangs, hell even some notable people from school's hairstyles. (Vil's was very pretty)
By the end of your visit, your phone's gallery was full of Idia awkwardly posing with different hairstyles, progressively getting more loose and comfortable with it. Looking up at your phone's clock. It was late, well, early. In the morning that is. You look over and see the boy with his more iconic hair length and style, hard at work, clicking away at his dungeon crawl. You yawned as you feel your eyelids get heavy. Regularly staying over made it so there would be no harm in you falling asleep on his bed. Before you fell asleep though, you set one of the photos as your homescreen wallpaper.