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stomp myself down
Title: stomp myself down
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Samemi, Wadanohara
Pairing(s): Samemi/Wadanohara
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: It’s just that Samemi’s hair is long and messy by nature no matter what she tries to do to it, and so Wadanohara frequently offers to brush it, and Samemi can’t say no to her in any circumstance.
Notes: Request fic.
Wadanohara is a girl who likes to touch people. She doesn’t do it in a creepy way, she just likes to have a hand on someone’s arm when she reassures them, or to hug them when she needs reassurance herself, or to brush their hair out in quieter moments. She’s tactile, is what Samemi is saying here. Normally she doesn’t mind that so much. She loves Wadanohara’s hugs, no matter what she might say out loud, and having her ride atop of her is nice.
It’s just that Samemi’s hair is long and messy by nature no matter what she tries to do to it, and so Wadanohara frequently offers to brush it, and Samemi can’t say no to her in any circumstance. But brushing means touching, means accidentally rubbing against the fin on her head or the base of her tail, and that means Samemi makes embarrassing noises that have nothing to do with her hair at all.
Wadanohara doesn’t seem to get it, thank God. “I know it hurts, but just bear with it for a little while longer, okay? I’m almost done.”
“Al, alright.” She’d rather die than tell her that not all of those groans were from pain.
Samemi tries to brush her own hair sometimes, but it’s hard to handle all of her own hair when it comes down to her back, and she usually gives up. So it gets messy again, and Wadanohara brushes it again, and Samemi can’t manage to keep her mouth shut again.
“I’m going to cut my hair short.”
That’s what she says to Wadanohara out of the blue, sitting up on her bed.
Wadanohara, putting fallen books back on the shelf, drops her book on the floor and turns to look at her. “You are?”
“Yeah. It’s too much of a pain to take care of.” Washing it’s not hard when she spends all her time underwater anyway, but brushing it is giving her some problems.
“But I don’t mind brushing your hair for you!” Wadanohara says. Samemi realizes this topic of conversation might have been a mistake when Wadanohara plops down next to her and starts running her hands through Samemi’s hair. “And you look really beautiful with it…”
Samemi tries and fails to keep from turning red, just like she fails every other time to control her blushing. “I do?”
“Mm-hm. I mean, you’d look pretty with short hair too,” Wadanohara says, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the fin on her head. “You’d be pretty with any kind of hairstyle. But I like the way you look now a lot.”
It feels like the temperature in the house is rising, or maybe that’s just her. Samemi shakes her head. “My hair’s too messy and I can’t control it..”
“It suits you that way. You don’t let anybody tell you what to do,” says Wadanohara. Her hands are rubbing Samemi’s scalp in earnest now.
Samemi muffles a groan and thinks, ‘Anybody but you.’
“...I’ll keep it the way it is. For now.”
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Samemi, Wadanohara
Pairing(s): Samemi/Wadanohara
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: It’s just that Samemi’s hair is long and messy by nature no matter what she tries to do to it, and so Wadanohara frequently offers to brush it, and Samemi can’t say no to her in any circumstance.
Notes: Request fic.
Wadanohara is a girl who likes to touch people. She doesn’t do it in a creepy way, she just likes to have a hand on someone’s arm when she reassures them, or to hug them when she needs reassurance herself, or to brush their hair out in quieter moments. She’s tactile, is what Samemi is saying here. Normally she doesn’t mind that so much. She loves Wadanohara’s hugs, no matter what she might say out loud, and having her ride atop of her is nice.
It’s just that Samemi’s hair is long and messy by nature no matter what she tries to do to it, and so Wadanohara frequently offers to brush it, and Samemi can’t say no to her in any circumstance. But brushing means touching, means accidentally rubbing against the fin on her head or the base of her tail, and that means Samemi makes embarrassing noises that have nothing to do with her hair at all.
Wadanohara doesn’t seem to get it, thank God. “I know it hurts, but just bear with it for a little while longer, okay? I’m almost done.”
“Al, alright.” She’d rather die than tell her that not all of those groans were from pain.
Samemi tries to brush her own hair sometimes, but it’s hard to handle all of her own hair when it comes down to her back, and she usually gives up. So it gets messy again, and Wadanohara brushes it again, and Samemi can’t manage to keep her mouth shut again.
“I’m going to cut my hair short.”
That’s what she says to Wadanohara out of the blue, sitting up on her bed.
Wadanohara, putting fallen books back on the shelf, drops her book on the floor and turns to look at her. “You are?”
“Yeah. It’s too much of a pain to take care of.” Washing it’s not hard when she spends all her time underwater anyway, but brushing it is giving her some problems.
“But I don’t mind brushing your hair for you!” Wadanohara says. Samemi realizes this topic of conversation might have been a mistake when Wadanohara plops down next to her and starts running her hands through Samemi’s hair. “And you look really beautiful with it…”
Samemi tries and fails to keep from turning red, just like she fails every other time to control her blushing. “I do?”
“Mm-hm. I mean, you’d look pretty with short hair too,” Wadanohara says, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the fin on her head. “You’d be pretty with any kind of hairstyle. But I like the way you look now a lot.”
It feels like the temperature in the house is rising, or maybe that’s just her. Samemi shakes her head. “My hair’s too messy and I can’t control it..”
“It suits you that way. You don’t let anybody tell you what to do,” says Wadanohara. Her hands are rubbing Samemi’s scalp in earnest now.
Samemi muffles a groan and thinks, ‘Anybody but you.’
“...I’ll keep it the way it is. For now.”