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It’s always during the night that you find a sudden urge to organize, or clean your place. Whether it’s your own apartment, or your silver haired girlfriend’s office. Dante always found it weird, but endearing. You would clean her office when she would be deep in slumber. Hence why she thought she was dreaming when she woke up the next morning to find her office clean instead of dirty. The said woman was now used to your cleaning habits, and tried to keep it as clean as you did (although she would fail at it most of the time).
On this particular night, you found it hard to sleep. Dante was fast asleep on your bed, hogging the blankets. You sigh, you’ve been laying down here for so long and yet, you can’t fall asleep. Instead of sleep wandering in your mind, you think about your bookshelf in your other room– a room that you usually just used for reading and quiet time. You had been meaning to get rid of some books, and also note down how many books you had.
Once again, the need to organize something like that is bothering you. You look over at Dante’s sleeping form. You bite your tongue to not laugh. The blanket the woman was hogging was barely covering her body. You roll your eyes, and sneak out of bed quietly. Before leaving your room, you fix the blanket, resting it perfectly on the silver haired woman. And when she slightly moves, you freeze. You know Dante is somewhat of a light sleeper, but thankfully the said woman doesn’t wake up.
You tip toe your way out of the room, going straight for the bookshelf. Grabbing your journal– which you have vented and ranted about a lot of stuff in, you flip to the last couple of pages. You start writing down the titles of the books you have, while also removing some of the books you didn’t like. You shake your head in disappointment, you don’t even know why you bought some of these.
At some point, you sit down on your butt, using your thighs to rest the journal. With your back facing the door, you don’t notice the presence of your lovely girlfriend.
It took Dante ten minutes to realize that you weren’t in bed with her.
She wondered why it had gotten so hot and realized that you must’ve fixed the blanket for her. At first, she thought you were in the bathroom, but there was no light illuminating from there.
That’s when Dante left your bedroom, treading around your dark apartment to find you, only to find you sitting in front of your bookshelf.
Dante bites back a yawn, immediately plopping down on the ground by you, resting her chin on your left shoulder.
And while the sudden action had your heart somewhat racing as you weren’t expecting her to be up, you smile at Dante.
“Why are you up?"
“Why aren’t you in bed?” she asks instead.
“Couldn’t sleep. And I had been meaning to get rid of some books, so I decided why not.”
Her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to her, “That can wait ‘till the morning, don’t you think?”
You hum, “It could, but that still doesn’t solve my problem of not being able to sleep.”
“I’ll hold you and you’ll fall asleep within seconds.”
You roll your eyes, biting back a smile, “You’re too hot.”
“Aw thanks babe–”
“That’s not what I meant,” you cut her off, your words leaving a small pout on her face, “I mean, you are, but I meant that you run hot.”
She kisses your shoulder, “I’m just teasing. I’m serious though, I want you back in bed.”
“Why? Can’t sleep without me?”
“No.”
You can’t help but smile, setting your journal aside, you stand up, and offer your hand to her, which Dante takes happily.
Now you both lay in bed, and somehow sleep does want to grace you today. However, you’re interrupted as Dante breaks the silence.
“How do you think I would look with black hair?”
Your eyes wander to Dante, who was already looking at you intently, “You know, you brought me back into bed so I could sleep, right?”
“That doesn’t answer my question babe.”
You laugh, you expect nothing less from your girlfriend. You sigh, taking her question into account, “Are you actually thinking about doing it?”
“Say hypothetically."
“Okay, what if I said you shouldn't?”
“Should I take that as I’ll look ugly with black hair?”
You turn on your side to mirror Dante, “I didn’t say that.”
You pause, looking at Dante, “I think that you would look good. It definitely might take some getting used to, but I think you could pull it off.”
“Is it break up worthy?”
“Huh?”
“Like think about it, say I did it and couldn’t pull it off, and you found it ugly. Wouldn’t that be equivalent to some girl breaking up with her boyfriend because he got a buzzcut.”
You blink your eyes a couple of times, trying to make sense of Dante’s words.
“Okay, first of all, you could pull anything off. Second of all, I think it's different when it’s a girl and when it’s a guy.”
“What do you mean?” Dante inquires.
“Men just don’t know how to pull things off sometimes. Hence why I think you could pull off black hair– not that I’m telling you to do it. But to answer your question, hypothetically, yes, you would look good.”
You yawn as you finish your thoughts, while Dante pulls you in close, “Be honest though, do you think I should do it?”
You give her clavicle a fleeting kiss, “I don’t think you should. Only because I love your silver hair and it makes you stand out in a room. But I would never say no to you, if you really wanted to do it, I would help you.”
Dante kisses your forehead, holding you taut, “Lucky for you, it’s only hypothetical.”
You chuckle, this time slower, Dante knows you’ll pass out any second now. Leave it up to your girlfriend to tire you out with stupid questions, but hey, at least it worked. It doesn’t take Dante long to fall asleep, her following you just minutes after.