I apologize for the false chapter update notification you all received! I'm clumsy and was trying to preview chapter 20, but I accidentally hit the publish button instead. Then, I panicked. So, to make up for it, here's an early chapter!
This chapter is very Tomura centered :) It took everything in my body to NOT upload this after I was immediately done typing, but here it is early! Love you all!
- Chapter 18: Hair Brushing -
"Y-yes. Have a good night-" she stated almost too hastily before he gripped the door and bent down to her level, face to face.
His warm breath could just barely be felt on her cheek and for once, Sunako wasn't focusing on the brainwaves around her, but unbeknownst to her, her danger level had shot up to 70% within seconds.
His voice was just barely above a whisper, almost like he knew Japan's most wanted was in the hall behind her and that thought scared Sunako stiff. "You know you can always call me if something is going on, right?"
Sunako felt a brainwave so intense that she stepped back for the officer's safety and her own. "Uh, yeah. Thank you. H-have a good night." with that she shut and locked the door before sucking in a deep breath to compose herself. She knew her face was pink and she mentally scolded herself for getting flustered so easily. What the hell was that all about?! He didn't need to get so close! She turned around and rested her back flat against the door as Shigaraki stepped out into the living room. She glanced over to him and glared. His hair was dripping wet. Not damp and slightly wet, no, it was dripping water all over the place and creating small puddles. "Did you even dry and brush your hair?!" Oh my God. I'm not taking care of an adult. I'm a babysitter. I'm fucking babysitting.
He scowled, offended. "No. It hurts." He said it almost as she should have known that from the get-go.
Sunako's expression softened slightly. "Hurts? Brushing your hair shouldn't hurt." She crossed her arms and pushed her thin form off the door. Making her way up to the taller male, she stopped and peered up, examining the state of his sopping hair, which was soaking his shirt. Well, I guess when something can't be done right then you just gotta do it yourself. "Let me brush it." her words came out as more of a demand then anything.
He scowled once more as she pulled the towel off his neck and tossed it atop his head. "And dry your hair! You're getting the floor wet!" The LAST thing I need is water damage.
She strolled past him and down the wet hallway into the even wetter bathroom. She pinched the bridge of her nose as her kept eyebrows sewed themselves together. It looked like a tsunami had rampaged her bathroom. How hard is it to not soak the floor?! I don't get it! You get out and dry yourself off! Not dump water everywhere! He's beyond a child! CHILDREN AREN'T EVEN THIS BAD! I swear, he's doing it just to spite me at this point. She rolled the hem of her pants up and mopped up the water with a dirty towel before grabbing her brush and some detangler off the counter. She, too, had her days where she refused to brush her hair.
Stepping into the living room she found Shigaraki, towel still draped over his head, sitting on the couch seemingly entranced with what the news anchor was saying. She blocked out the news reporter's words, but she did notice his hair seemed a bit dryer. Judging by the fact that the puddles ended at the hallway.
At least he listened. "C'mon, let me brush it." Sunako walked up beside the juniper colored couch and gestured with the brush.
The ruby eyed male ripped his attention from the TV and looked at her with a hard expression that would have been unreadable otherwise, but Sunako had his brainwaves instead. "No. It's going to hurt. I never do it."
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