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An jumped as her ringtone blared from the pile of clothes she’d left on the floor. “Oh, my God,” she hissed. “Scared the shit out of me!”
Mizuki giggled at her, softly, eyes sparkling down at An in the dim light of the open window. “You gotta go get that,” they said, tucking An’s hair behind her ears and letting their hands linger on her neck before trailing down her chest.
An sighed, contemplating up at the ceiling. She probably did. It could be her dad, or some important producer or music exec giving her the opportunity of a lifetime. It could be Akito or Touya.
It could be Kohane.
She only grumbled a little bit as she squirmed out of the chair she was sitting in, mostly from the effort of pushing herself up. Her wet hair smacked her in the back and stuck to her skin, and she winced at the sudden cold.
“Damn, you could’ve at least put a towel on first,” Mizuki smirked, throwing a small black towel An’s way. “Whoever it is is gonna have to wait, you know. Even if it’s your girlfriend. Shoulda put it on DND.”
An sighed, picking up her hair in one wet clump and awkwardly pinning the corner of the towel to her collarbone with her chin. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t be such a dick.”
“Oh, please, dick was my father,” Mizuki replied dryly. “Call me bitch if you must. Who’s the one holding the weapon here, anyway?” Grinning, they dangled a pair of scissors in front of them, twirling it around their index finger. “Wouldn’t cross me if I were you.”
From the floor, An flicked water Mizuki’s way, digging one-handed through the elements of her outfit. “Fuck you. Can we get a light on or something?”
It was true that An and Mizuki were sort of in the middle of something, but An could spare a quick reply at the very least. She fumbled her way through her password with one thumb, a soft smile spreading across her face when she saw her two newest notifications.
Thinking of you!
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“Look, she sent a selfie.” An flashed her screen at Mizuki for a few seconds before turning it back her own way, giggling at the pure joy in Kohane and Touya’s faces. Kohane had a new messy nail polish job, coloured flecks dotting her palm and wrist as she gave a peace sign to the camera. Touya was practically swimming in hair clips.
“Cute,” Mizuki mumbled. “Girl, you’re getting water all over my carpet.”
“Sorry,” An replied, totally not sorry. She minimized the picture, reacting with a blue heart emoji to Kohane’s second message:
Hope the haircut’s going well 💗💗💗
Kohane was so sweet. An was so happy to have a girlfriend like that, who she’d never even DREAM of cheating on, because they loved each other very, very much and An was not drunk, nor impulsive, nor stupid. Mizuki had started cutting hair as a side gig, and they’d gotten oddly good at it. On top of that, they gave An a wicked discount, so going to anyone else was pretty much out of the question. That was all. An innocent haircut between friends. An had never even looked another woman’s way, and Kohane remained unaware of the horrors of the universe.
Also, Akito got therapy.
The end :)