•It'll Be Okay• GENMUI

chapter 12

Mui pov

I started heading to school, my hair in a bun. Not brushed at all..

Genya promised he wouldn't cut it.. so maybe he could help me tetangle this fucking mess..

..

"Muichiro!" I heard, looking behind me.

It was.. as expected..

Genya-

I looked at him, rushing towards me. "Good morning!" He said in excitement, "Hello.." I replied..

He looked happy, really happy.. what was up..? Did something happen that I forgot about..?

"Hey.. I'm letting you do this, and this is the only time but could you please.. please do my hair..?" I ask, he nodded happily. "You good? You'd never let me-" he asks, I nod. "Its.. it's really fucking tangled.." I tell him, he nods, "cool, so do you have a brush?" He asks, I froze..

Fuck..

"No?" He asks, I shake my head.. "I'm really sorry.." "No dont worry! I have one. And I don't have lice by the way-" he tells me, I nod..

Damn he is really nice.. I mean.. maybe we could be friends..?

He asked me to sit down on the bench and he'd brush it..

"So- lemme just take the bun out.." He says, taking it out, revealing my very.. very matted hair..

"Oh wow- okay this might hurt.." He says, I nod. "I'm really sorry.." I tell him, "no don't worry! I'm really good with hair" he tells me..

I could feel him separating parts and brushing them.. it felt.. weird..

I haven't had someone do my hsir since mum died..

Kinda forgot what it felt like..

"Ow-!" I let out and tensed up, he immediately started apologizing frantically, "no no its alright.." I tell him, he had pulled a bottom matted part really hard and it hurt..

He continued brushing.. he hadn't like.. cut it..

Maybe I can trust him..

"Damn mui- your hair is way longer then it looks-" he says, "Aha.. yeah.." I reply..

Does he not like it..? No.. he does.. he acts like it's really pretty so he must..

"Hey, I'm not saying this to make you uncomfortable, but do you have plans with your hair?" He asks me, "plans..?" I ask, "yeah, like cutting it-" he replies..

"O-oh.. uh.. em.." I spit out. "No?" He asks, "yeah no.. I don't think I'll ever cut it.. I can barely even trim it.." I tell him, "ohh- I'm not trying to tell you to cut it, you do know that right-" he asks, kinda worried. "Oh yeah I know, I just don't think about my hair and stuff aha.." I reply. "Cool, but yeah- don't cut it, it's really pretty" He tells me.

"Yeah, my mother always said that.." I said, kinda zoning out now most of it was brushed, "oh- your mum allows your long hair?" He asks, "yeah, when I was little I remember my brother and I's hair was about shoulder length, and mum was practically begging my father to let us have it long, and not to cut it.." I told him, "oh wow.. I bet you father didn't expect it to get this long-" he said with a little chuckle. "Nah, he kept trying to get her to cut it.. but she never did.." I reply.

"I'm nearly done, then could I braid it or something? Like put it in a bun for school?"

I nodded.. he was.. really interested in my hair..

"Why.. why do you like my hair so much..?" I asked him..

"I'm really into hair and stuff. Plus, I've never seen someone with such long, pretty hair. And your a guy so it's really impressive to me-" he says, "oh, you wanna be a hairdresser..?" I ask him, he nods. "I cut my own, and I used to cut my brothers sometimes. But he kinda hates me-"

"When I was younger I really wanted long hair.. longer than this.. but I don't think I'll be able to maintain it.." I tell him,

"Yeah, my sister wanted to have really long as hair, but could barely brush it mid way past her back. So that's why I'm good with hair" he tells me, "ohh" I reply

I felt him twisting my hair to make a bun, he put his hand out, I put a hairtye in his mouth and he thanked me before tying it up..

"There all done and brushed!" He says, patting me on the head.

I felt it, it was a perfect bun-

"Oh.. thank you-" I tell him, "no worries! If your hairs like that again just come tell me, I'll brush it for you" he tells me, I nod

Then we started walking to school..