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Anya was distractedly observing the dark strands of Damián's hair when she noticed something strange among them.
Immediately and gently, the girl stretched out her hand and removed the small leaf from the boy's hair that was hidden among them. Her fingers brushed his nape for a few seconds before continuing their way out of the softness of his hair.
Damián tensed at the contact, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.
A few seconds that caused thousands of emotions in Damián's small body.
"Who gave you the right to touch my hair?!" he exclaimed, blushing deeply.
Anya just looked at him confused. She didn't understand why her action bothered him.
"No one told you to touch my hair!" he shouted, his heart racing and feeling an intense heat on his skin.
"You had a leaf in your hair, Second," she said with a smile and dropped the leaf on the floor. "I removed it, you're welcome."
He averted his gaze, even redder than before.
"No one asked you to take it out!" he exclaimed incomprehensibly.
No matter how hard he tried to calm down, Damián remained indignant. He couldn't stop thinking about Anya's hand in his hair.
It was just a touch.
It was just a brief moment.
And it was enough to feel touched in a thousand ways. He didn't even understand the reason for his uncontrolled emotions, she had just removed a leaf, yet he couldn't think clearly, but surely the dirty hands of the commoner had something to do with it.
"Yes, that's it," he assured in his mind. "She must have dirtied my pristine hair."
"My hands are clean," Anya objected, offended to hear that from her head. Meanwhile, she raised her hands and showed him her completely clean palms.
Damián stared at what she was saying was indeed true. Ignoring the fact that he hadn't said that out loud, since he was too confused, not knowing why he felt so contaminated.
And suddenly, the reason came to his mind.
"You have lice!" he roared. "Commoner lice! Lice-infested, don't come near me! You infected me with them!"
"I don't have lice!" Anya objected, but that didn't matter, he ran away from there to get away from her.
The individual who continued to feel a tingling climb up his scalp. That feeling that gave him an immense desire to bring his hand to his hair and rub, but even though he did, the sensation remained there to his misfortune.
He also had the desire to wash his hair, but unfortunately, even after bathing and vigorously rubbing his hair, the sensation did not go away.
Did he have to shave his head?
Unaware that for some time now, Anya had also touched his heart - and that was the cause of all that tingling sensation.