JJBA x Reader One-Shots

Manicures - Kira x Reader

Warnings: none

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Another day, another shift at the nail salon. You didn't necessarily hate your job, but you certainly weren't thrilled about it.

That's why you were incredibly delighted for the change of pace when a handsome man walked through the door and asked for a manicure.

"Hello, sir," you overheard the receptionist say, "do you have an appointment?"

"No, I'm just dropping in," the man responded. His purple eyes flickered over and locked with yours while you busied yourself by reorganizing your station.

After a brief exchange, the receptionist gestured towards you. You felt your breath catch in your throat as the man approached you.

"Are you (Y/N)?" The man asked. You could only nod as his simple, deep voice had you paralyzed.

The man took off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of his chair. He sat down across from you at your station and placed his hands on the towel you had already laid out.

You made brief eye contact with him and swallowed hard. You blushed as you undid the buttons of the sleeves on his dress shirt, rolling his sleeves up to the middle of his forearm to keep them out of the way.

You stood up briefly to fill a small glass bowl with warm water. Kira watched you intently, intrigued by your beauty and simplicity. You brought the bowl back over to him and asked him to soak his hands for a moment. He placed both hands inside the bowl while you reached for a package of brand new manicure supplies.

"I hope you don't mind me saying so," the man said suddenly, tearing your attention away from your busywork, "but you have lovely hands."

You blushed delicately as you pulled one of his hands out of the bowl and took it in your own.

"Thank you," you replied with a smile.

You looked down at his hands and your eyes widened. Had his nails been that long a minute ago? You shrugged it off, reaching for the nail clippers. You began to cut his nails into an oval shape, as per his request.

"Do you ever paint your own nails?" The man asked, once again breaking the silence. So, he was a chatty customer. You could handle that. Besides, a little light banter never hurt anyone.

"Not usually. With how often I use nail polish remover on my clients, any polish I put on myself would get rubbed off anyway. And any other type of manicure would get ruined if another color ended up over top of mine," you explained.

"That's quite a shame," the man said, "I think you would look lovely with a nice shade of purple."

You felt your cheeks heat up again. Your eyes flickered to the suit jacket on his chair.

"Like your suit?" You teased.

"More or less."

You continued to trim his nails to his desired length, placing each hand back in the bowl of warm water while you worked on the other. As you buffed his nails, you decided to take charge of the conversation.

"I never got your name," you pointed out.

"My name is Yoshikage Kira," he stated simply. You noticed him snap his mouth shut unexpectedly, almost as if he was trying to keep himself from going off on a tangent. But what could he possibly have had to say following that simple answer?

You chatted with him a bit more as you continued to work on his hands. You lacquered on a quick coat of clear nail polish to make his nails shine before reaching into your drawer and grabbing some hand lotion.