Diabolik Thoughts

Hair

Perfect timing, you've always believed that. The way things are perfectly set, are perfectly destined, the way certain circumstances are perfectly bound to happen one day. Meeting those sets of vampires is one, but you have never lived a more perfect timing than that until you happen to enter Yuma's room and found him about to tie his surprisingly long hair. That hair, messily looking yet still nicely kept up which have always attracted you the first time around. The slightest shade of red was evident in his cheeks, embarrassed although you are his girl. After all he has never shown you his hair that way. "Can I tie your hair?," at last you find the courage to speak. Yuma was hesitant at first, but with all his trust to you he let you. Nodding meekly, he turned back to the mirror, sat up straight just as you cross his room to stand before him. In no time your fingers worked with his caramel, silky soft locks, having Yuma close his eyes as your touch has done magic to him yet again. He smiled as you tied it delicately,—he'll have you tie his hair from now on.