Ribbons (Nino X Reader)

Ch 8 - Wash

Time to study as a whole as see what is next.

Enjoy.

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You head up to the restroom and head to the sink to get the gel or grease out of your hair. Not bad per say, just not your style. Although the joke worked. And as you start the water and wait for it to get warm, you notice what this double sink looks like. This is the bathroom for five girls all the same age. And it was clear, no man lived here. Maybe "father" or that figure did after all live somewhere else. Or lived in his office like a workaholic bigshot.

As you dunk your head and rub the crap out of your hair, you spot a shampoo. A strawberry of all things. Now who would use this? Yotsuba is a plausible. Nino? Doubtful. Itsuki? Could be. Ichika probably uses something sexy. Miku I still don't know anything about her. Hmmm. Welp. Washy washy.

You finally shampoo the the grease out of your hair and then grab a towel. Dry it just a bit and style it the way it should be. You're looking good. As it is time to get this show on the road. Resting the towel on your shoulders and walking out of the bathroom. You feel much better. It's good to be yourself again. Then getting the cigarettes out of your pocket. This was for a good reason.

"Someone's looking hot." Teased Ichika.

"Well he kinda does." Agreed Yotsuba.

"What the hell are you doing with those?" Asked Nino looking at the pack of smokes.

"Here." You underhand them to her.

She caught it. "What the hell am I supposed to do with these?"

"Throw'em out. I don't need them."

"What do you mean?" Nino thought this was a lie. "You're fine with these in the garbage?"

"I don't smoke and I'm retired. Out they go."

"You only brought one pack?"

"You want to check my bag? Fine. My jacket? Fine. Both empty. I have no interest on getting in trouble over a three for two hundred deal a few times."

"Three for two hundred?" Pondered Yotsuba.

"My brother did. Three cigarettes for ¥200. Sheesh. So he could smoke and sell at the same time. Made a fortune doing it. But I have no interest. I said I'm done."

Fuutaro was alarmed. "They know about your brother since when?"

"Toro, told them yesterday. After Nino," You look at her as her hands are covering her face. "Nevermind."

"You did most of the work in that operation. I came for the ride because I needed to help me and my sister." He pleaded. 

"I know. It's just you and me. Alcutta is locked up. Doesn't matter anymore. By the time I get a steady job and move out and possibly settle down he will just be getting out. My brother doesn't matter anymore Toro. My focus is you and getting you out of the hole that was placed on you. Why do you think I'm here."

"To piss me off maybe?" He sighed.

"Easy. One, you have already a lot to handle, two you are always serious and sometimes need to kick it back. And three? You're close. You are almost out of highschool. Going to be at a regular job and possibly going to a university close by. And you have your sister at home who's a gem. Outside that debt you got the world by the balls. I still have to figure some things out. You think a lot about this after my last 24 hours."

Everyone had a lot of thinking to do. You and Fuutaro getting into an argument, the past, the present, and the future. All girls haven't got a grasp of part of it either. However, Ichika did have some things on her mind.

"You've done a lot of thinking." Cooed Ichika. "Have you thought of that type of woman you want?"

"I did actually." You nod.

"Yay. Let's here." Cheered Yotsuba. 

"Motivating, understanding, and affectionate? I think somewhere around those lines. I think it's fair."

"Surprised none of them were about looks." Added Miku.

"Hair length any different?" Asked Yotsuba.

"Every style fits someone. It can be a personality trait. But really, who am I to judge sizes? I mean, I can imagine some want a tall, strong, and handsome. Doesn't mean I need a small waist, big bust, long hair like a lot of guys seem to demand like scumbags. No. Just no."

"I mean a cheerful girl that could cook maybe?" Pondered Fuutaro. 

"I put motivating in the cheerful category. Simply because after a hard day some kind words are much better than 'well that's life' or something like that."

I gotcha. We bust our asses too."

"True that." Now you are getting back to the subject matter at hand. "So girls, question one right here. Appetite, spirit, and blank. Name the third component of the soul."

"Sex?" Pondered Yotsuba.

"Lewd."

"Drive?" Guesses Nino.

"Let's not be here all night. Anymore guesses?"

"Brain." Said Itsuki.

"That's body, but close." Motivated Fuutaro. 

"Thinking?" Asked Miku.

"Logic." You nod.

"Meh..."

Let's see where this goes.

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This night was more successful. With Fuutaro around and no poisoning, this got done much faster. It was about 10 PM this time around. Thankfully that was it. You put your books in your backpack and get your jacket on.

"Hey." Nino walked over.

"Oh, hey."

"Feeling alright?" She asked.

"Not bad. Makeup work and everything is a pain but what of it? It happens."

"Alright. That's good. And you can get Fuutaro home right? Drive safe."

"Sure thing."

"I need to pass." She insisted.

"Then no bodily harm."

"No smoking."

"I don't."

"Anymore."

"Never did actually. Hard to believe I know."

"Just get home and rest."

"Sure thing."

"Dummy." She turned away.

"Yes Darling?" Holding your helmet wrapped around your arms.

"It's nothing. Have a goodnight. You can let yourself out right?"

"Yeah. I guess let's head out Fuutaro."

"Yeah. Got to see how the sister's doing." He nodded.

"Something like Onii-chan I waited for you come home and it's late. Right?"

"Clam it." He ordered.

"Right. Mhm."

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Festival is next.

-Rel