It was an average day for Kiri; school, sleep, home time. Not to mention those all important juice breaks. It was as she was walking down the halls, absentmindedly with a juice carton in hand, that she was spotted by Naru-Naru. He was talking to Ochiai, but still managed to find a moment to tell her, "I'll meet you in the clubroom in 5 minutes, wait for me."Sighing she complied, altering her route, she had nothing to better to do anyway.
She pushed open the door to the SP clubroom, to view the usual sight, she stumbled in. With the intent to sleep she pulled up a chair at the table. She was only moments away from pricking her arms on Narumi's scissors stopped only by a ray of sunlight reflecting off of the blade's polished surface hit her weary eyes.
To her right was an unfinished model, clippings of hair strewn on the table and floor surrounding it. Beside the model was an artistically drawn design by Naru-Naru. Curious she picked up the design, studying it and comparing it to Naru-Naru's unfinished model. He'd made mistakes everywhere and his well drawn design was daring her to challenge herself and finish what he'd started.
Sliding out his scissors, quickly checking the blade, she set to work on cutting the model to the design. A minute later, she swapped hands and finished off. Pleased with herself, she returned Naru-Naru's scissors with a sigh and moved his scissors out of her way. Getting comfy in the chair, she fell asleep on the desk.
Ochiai talked forever and Narumi had inevitably got caught up talking to him, they're conversation lasting far longer than 5 minutes. Eager to talk to Kiri before she went home, he raced through the halls. Flinging the door open with a thud and panting heavily as he stood in the doorway, he looked upon his sleeping angel on the table, her puffy hair, puffy as usual. Sleeping peacefully, Kiri hadn't even stirred or disturbed the air around her when he had made his thunderous entrance.
Silently he approached, noticing his scissors had been moved and one had been removed and replaced. This brought his eyes up to his unfinished model, which was now finished courtesy of puffy head. He checked the hair and cursed; her trademark perfection again! He would beat her he swore every day; he'd be Japan's number one hairstylist one day.
But looking at her sleeping face made all his anger vaporise, her expression so angelic for the tormentor of his hopes and dreams. Smiling to himself, he filed away his words; safe for another day, whenever that day maybe. Draping his coat over her, her lift Kiri to her pleasant dreams.