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... By this point, Sayaka had grown used to Kirari's often flippant whimsical nature. Every day there was something new she would bring on the table, and while in the beginning Sayaka was always baffled at how the woman had so many ideas - maybe even impressed by that flawless talent - by now she would simply wake up from her bed and arrive at the door of the student council room with fear and preparedness to fix whatever chaos was about to ensume. Keep in mind, that Sayaka was somewhat fever dreaming of this, because she would never outright be the second after Kirari to arrive, due to her President always delaying the alarm by five minutes and never settling to wake up for the next, or the next or the next one. Well, what mattered was that she tried, Sayaka thought. Though this morning in particular it was different. Sayaka opened the door, and the view she stumbled onto had left her speechless. One believed it would be horror or amazement flashing through her gaze, but it was neither, she just seemed downright dumbfounded, unsure how to register what she was seeing.
There stood Kirari, seemingly having arrived first, her eyes still slightly teary with the sleep she'd been trying to shake away, her usual lipstick nowhere to be found on her lips. In any other situation, that would have been normal, sayaka would have paid attention to the details of her mouth and eyes and ears and every inch of Kirari's always beautiful face, that is, if she wasn't too blinded by the sunlight reflection straining her eyes, oddly also coming from the very same beautiful face.
"Good morning Sayaka. I shaved."
Sayaka shut close the door behind herself, turning at Kirari's direction again and squinting her eyes despite the blinding reflection, to see whatever kind of shave her President had. That is when it sank in though.
Don't get Sayaka wrong, she was completely awake, she's sure, yes she did stay up studying late yes she was tired, yes her brain was still lagging just a bit this early in the morning however-
"PRESIDENT WHY ARE YOU BALD?!"
Kirari chuckled, like she always did, carefully measuring the distance from behind to the front with fingers slowly treading the surface as she circled around, and finally stood in her whole glory, gazing ahead - the distance was several meters to the door - at her very much bewildered secretary. Kirari couldn't help but ponder, had she really done it this time? Was a single shave about to measure Sayaka's love for her? Or would she still love her unconditionally, even bald, even with only the braids left (she still wanted Sayaka to make her braids that was final and absolute) but she couldn't see through the feelings of her secretary's gaze, it was all one big cloud of mystery.
"Yes. I decided I want to be more... fashionable?" Another chuckle escaped her as Sayaka approached warily "You know, my beautiful secretary," now she took a step forward too, that seemingly made Sayaka set gait still "I actually shaved yesterday in the evening, since then I couldn't escape the feeling of excitement at the impending reveal of my snatched weave."
Every hair strand on Sayaka's hair - pun not intended - was obviously charged with logic, so it wasn't surprising for Kirari to see her secretary's bewilderment swim away for a moment with the distraction revealed in her eyes. Of course, even Kirari was aware that she'd come early, but, again; she'd been very excited for this grand reveal and that same excitement did a number in the heavy eyebags underneath her eyes, she really hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
"Um, President, I love you in every shape and form, but going bald for some sort of entertainment... of course I would never judge, but don't you think it is a bit much?"
"Much?" Kirari turned on her heel, facing her desk. She took up her teapot and began pouring down a steaming cup of tea, before coming face to face with Sayaka again this time holding a cup of tea "Sayaka, I am pretty sure you'd love me even as a worm. And that In a way is all that matters. To me."
"But your reputation!" Sayaka fisted her hand and laid it against her own chest "In the last poll for the most beautiful person in the academy you took the third spot, and I... ahem, deemed it correct to fix that with the upcoming beauty poll for this year" she mostly muttered that to herself, though in this quiet room Kirari still caught onto everything she said "And... well!"
Kirari's single left eyebrow arched up slightly "And well? Sayaka," she shook her head "I think it would be amusing to see their faces when they see this beautiful head."
Sayaka pondered for a moment, it was definitely in her style to do something like this, but the President wasn't always all about amusement, and certainly not in that way "President If I may ask, how did you decide to shave in the first place?"
"I wanted to see if my head is oval or flat."
Sayaka's face became several shades paler, it was so noticeable that even from helicopter view one could still see the clear visible change. Well, it wasn't all about the head though, Kirari thought to herself, it was oval yes and she'd gotten that curiousity satisfied, but, it was always more so for the sake of inventing new ways to tease Sayaka. Besides, it wasn't as though she'd gone bald forever - maybe she will when she gets older who knows - so it would all be just one temporary thing anyway.
"Well, Sayaka, do you like my head?"
Kirari turned around to face her desk again, this time Sayaka was unaware of what she was doing there precisely but that was only because she was still frozen in place staring at the blinding back of her President's head. Maybe it wasn't all so bad... and braiding her hair was still an option, right?
Besides, that opened the possibility for head smooches, how could Sayaka resist that once in a lifetime opportunity?
Kirari turned around again, noticing that Sayaka had crept just slightly closer. Kirari was holding onto a mirror, fixing that one odd stray in her braids, the shave wasn't too professional or perfect after all.
"President, I love your bald head just as much as I love your haired one."
Kirari closed the pocket mirror with a click and looked up ahead "Great, then sign me up for that beauty poll or whatever."
Sayaka would have said something to deny her, but that shine in her President's eyes was all she needed to see to understand that there would be no going back from this. She sighed, contempt with her fate and nodded to the President "Of course President.
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Jumping to several days later - the in between time of which no one had seen Kirari's face, yet including the student council themselves, the beauty poll began. Sayaka was reluctant to put up advertisements on boards but she had to so she did and while pinning one of said papers to a board, she'd happened to catch a glimpse of Midari in passing, hoping that she wouldn't notice the ad Sayaka was putting up, but as luck would have it Midari stopped in her tracks somewhere right behind her. She circled around Sayaka, stretching out her neck to the advertisement right above their heads.
"Prez went bald?"
It was the last straw, the last straw Sayaka swore again, the fact that there was no surprise to be found in Midari's voice was just the it.
"Damn she's handsome." Midari tapped her finger onto the poster, right at the center of Kirari's bald head.
"FUCK OFF MIDARI!" the veins on Sayaka's face grew more prominent as her eyebrows lined up with her eyes, fuming with anger she slapped away Midari's hand.
"My president's head is none of your concern and don't even think for a second you can touch her nonchalantly like this!"
As if to make the situation worse, Runas echoing laugnter and game noise ran down the halls before arriving right beside them
"Huh? What's this?"
"Prez went bald for this year's beauty poll." The snickering escaped through Midari's gritted teeth in a grin.
"WHAT SHE WENT BALD?!"
Next thing you know, everywhere on school grounds, and possibly outside too, all the laughter, the small talk and everything in between became about Kirari's shaved head. At a point, during the poll hours, Sayaka found out that some students had formed a fan club named "Kirari's beautiful shiny, scrumptious, bald head." Which with the last few remnants of her sanity Sayaka had managed to dismantle.
By the end of that day, she returned to the office where Kirari - still procrastinating on her work - sat with the most shiny head and the most serene expression on her face.
Sayaka hadn't said anything, she just sat down on one of the couches positioned on the right side of the room looking as though all life had escaped her features.
"You're not dying, are you?"
Sayaka didn't even manage to look at her, but at the peripheral of her vision she just knew Kirari's left eyebrow slightly twitched again.
"President... your head is only student council property, right?"
"Technically my head belongs to me, but as a part of my body, I wouldn't know? Maybe?"
Sayaka rolled slightly on the couch, just so she could get Kirari within her field of view "So that means I can tase them for wanting to kiss your bald head?"
Kirari would have responded, but another thought clashed in between "Sayaka do you want to kiss my bald head?"
Due to the lack of hair, Sayaka could now see the entire curve of her brow, it jumped impossibly high, well that was cute in a sense. Until she registered the words accompanying that curious brow. Sayaka's face heated up, she couldn't see it herself but she was sure she's burning up so she plopped face first onto the couch's cushions "That would be preposterous President."
On the next day, upon opening the poll results with Runa who stood beside her for the sake of absolute neutrality (she was totally there for the laugh) Sayaka couldn't believe her eyes when the mugshot image of *her* President's forehead flashed up onto first place.
From then onward the maniacal cackling of Runa beside her would haunt her through days and days onward.
Sayaka believed now she ought to love that head more, maybe even become the N1 fan of it. Maybe she'd have kirari cover her head with a hat? She doesn't know but no one except for her should be allowed to love that bald shiny head more.
The end.
