Ashes And Hair Dye

Chapter Six

After the movie, the pair were picking at the snacks as another movie was being played, this time an action comedy. The movie didn't really seem to grab Fumi's attention as she had already seen the movie a dozen times. She doesn't hate it, she just knows what's going to happen even if she looks away from the screen. So she had opted to mess with her long hair. She took out the bun and let her wavy hair fall down her mid back. Her soft brown hair swayed a bit as she bent forward to grab her hair tie. She placed it on her wrist as she moved all her hair to one side to make a braid. Not a fish tail. She only knew the simple braids here and there.

"What's with the braid princess?"

"Figured if you're gonna keep calling me princess I might as well look like one." She said before laughing a bit. "Nah, I just got tired of a bun all day."

He nodded before going back to the movie. But not before stealing a few glances of her. She's way too happy for his taste. Too smiley, too kind, too nice....too beautiful.

'And with no sense of self preservation' he added before looking away. He focused on the movie, rather than his.... acquaintance? If that even is the right word for her. He grimaced as he felt his arm brush over a piece of the breading of takoyaki left on his jeans; the coarse texture like sandpaper against his sensitive skin.

"You okay Dabi?"

"M'fine princess, just a flare up." He gritted between his teeth.

"Okay." She said before scooching over closer to him, her hand on his as she held her unfinished braid with her other hand. She shrugged before dropping the braid, letting her hair fall back down loosely on her back and shoulder. "Is that better?"

"...yeah. Thanks princess."

"No problem. I know you said you don't like being touched, so let me know when you feel good and I'll step aside."

"No you can...you can stay here. If you don't mind."

"Okay!" She beamed, happy Dabi doesn't exactly hate her anymore. He reminded her of someone. Which is why she seems to be able to talk to him more. Some months ago, she had an older feral stray cat living in her home. She was fostering him because his only options were to be fostered away from the other cats or to be put down for his aggression. She opted to foster. Little Rami didn't seem to care though, as the cat hated everything. He hated being in the same room as anyone, hated his bed, and unfortunately even hated his litterbox for a brief time.

But she made sure to give him his space, give him food, some toys to either play with or annihilate, and eventually clean up whatever mess he made during his tirades. It wasn't until some time later that Little Rami realized she didn't want to hurt him. So one day she woke up from a nap to see him sleeping on her stomach. And after that he became less aggressive, more affectionate, and even learned to use his litterbox! Ahh, Rami was a sweet old man, even with the scratches he'd give Fumi during bath days or vet check ups. But eventually he was adopted and a lovely couple came and took him home. Ever since then she realized how lonely she truly was.

Maybe Dabi could also give her good company. Who knows if things go well he could be a roommate. Or maybe...

'stop it you perverted hermit!' she thought to herself. Dabi was undoubtedly handsome, even if he couldn't see it. She could look down and see how large his hands were compared to hers. His hand was warm, his whole body is warm. If she leaned on him, just his warmth could rock her to sleep. And he could lie all he wants, but he really is a cuddle bug. He held her the entire night they slept together. She had to slowly wiggle her way out of his arms just to make breakfast.

"What even is this movie?" He said as he stared at the screen. The movie ended with a cliffhanger, no actual happy or sad ending to the movie.

"Well that's a bummer." She mentioned before handing him the remote. "Want some dessert?"