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"Hey Kira, are you busy today?"
I asked, standing in the doorway of her room. She looked between her legs with a strained expression on her face due of her eccentric yoga pose. "Yeah, why?"
"Oh, nothing really. I just wanted some help with my hair," I shrugged. "I wish you told me that earlier. I told Nejire I would help clean out her grandma's garage." I hummed, "Is Mirio and Tamaki helping out too?"
"Umm, I'm not sure. I guess I'll find out when I get there." She stood up and loudly groaned, twisting and turning her back.
"Ok, well, have fun with that. I'll see you later." I pivoted on my heels and shut her door before making a bee-line back to my room.
The only thing I needed help with was separating the hair. It would save hours to the process but since Kira was gonna be busy, I had to start now if I wanted to be finished before midnight.
Just as I walked through the living room, the doorbell rang. I stopped in my tracks and looked around for a split second. I don't believe either one of us were expecting company, so I cautiously but curiously made my way to the door.
I took a peek through the peep hole and gasped a little. Quickly opening the door with a smile, I leaned against the door frame observing the timid, slender male. "What brings you here Tamaki?"
"Y-You left your jacket at my house." He held up the piece of clothing and I thanked him as I gently took it from his hands. Believe it or not, I knew I did. And this may or may not be crazy, but I intentionally left the jacket at his house.
"Well, thank you very much for bringing it back to me." He smiled with a firm nod, "O-Of course!"
"Well, since you're here... would you like to come in?" He eagerly nodded his head and I gladly let him in with a mischievous grin. 'Yes, an unsuspecting victim has fallen into my trap.'
"Would you like anything to drink or eat?" I asked, walking towards my room with Tamaki following closely behind me. "I-I'm ok."
I hummed in response, opening the door that revealed the hectic room which had hair tools on every surface and bundles of hair lying about. He looked around with wide eyes, not sure what he was looking at. "Are you busy?- Because I-I can come back later."
"Relax Tamaki," I grabbed his hand and brought him further into the room, urging him to sit on the bed.
"I was just getting ready to do my hair. And now that you're here—I have another pair of hands. So, would you be a dear and help me separate that bundle into strands the size of your pinky?" I asked with a small smile.
He slowly nodded his head feeling confident that he could get this task done easily. "Ok!" He had no idea what he got himself into.
