Hodoite, Musunde

When the classroom seating arrangement changed, Nohara-san ended up in the seat beside Haruki. He couldn't help but notice her hair—long, lustrous, and undeniably beautiful—but also perpetually untamed, as if she struggled to manage it herself. Having spent years perfecting the art of braiding and styling his younger sister's hair every morning, Haruki was no stranger to the daily ritual. So, when he saw Nohara-san's clumsy fingers tangled in her own locks, the offer to help slipped out before he could stop it. What began as an act of simple kindness soon evolved into an unspoken routine. Each morning, Haruki would carefully take her hair in his hands, taming the unruly strands with practiced ease, and each time, Nohara-san would quietly yield to his touch. In those fleeting moments of untying and tying, a subtle intimacy began to grow between them. The quiet brushing of fingers, the faint scent of her shampoo, and the soft murmur of gratitude created a space where unspoken feelings flourished. With every bow, braid, and ribbon, their awareness of one another deepened, their hearts intertwining as intricately as the strands of her hair, forming a delicate bond neither of them could ignore.