"You do this alone, don't you?" Standing behind him to get a better coverage, she let him sit in front of the mirror as she shaved his head.
"It's easy, I just need to shave it all over… just leaving exactly half a centimeter of my hair length," Unsui said, as Karin noticed he was observing her seriousness at the mirror. Smiling at the thought, she knew he's successful at trying not to let that rigorous expression creep over her face.
"This cut; I've always found it appealing for you… oh, but it seems that you've had your miscalculations on some parts of your art," she jested as she noticed the mismatched alignments of his hair just right above his nape. It was rather unnoticeable, but it's apparent when eyed. She even noticed little scars probably caused by wrong cut directions.
"Well, yes, needs a little more effort when I get on the back. Especially right on the nape," he remarked sincerely, rubbing the part that obviously marked his failed efforts.
"I could see that. Whatever happened to that wide range of vision, hm." She chuckled, touching his hand that was landed on the spot that looks quite disheveled and played with it.
"Weak spot. I have to work harder to perfect this art then," he chuckled himself, grabbed her hand and kissed it. She knew how much he adores her hands with such gentle fingertips.
"You don't have to, I'm here."
"I am really glad that I have your assistance now," he said in truthfulness, smiling at her through the mirror.
She couldn't help blushing; all these times they've been together he could still do this to her – be struck defenseless with his openness. She could only hug him tight from behind. Yes, he has her now.
She took this comfortable moment to reminisce and remembered how they started: This man, her lover, loves to do things on his own as long as he could. She was quite glad that slowly he's starting to let her be a part of him. His simplicity, she learned, includes his honesty.
Goodness knows how long it took him to actually ask her out. After all, she knew they were both shy and amateur in this aspect... especially her. In the past, they have only known each other by name in their highschool years due to their common sport; however, they were obviously not given the opportunity to get close given the circumstances.
So she had the chance to encounter him again this college since her manga prospect involved his Enma University American football teammate Sena Kobayakawa, the famous Eyeshield 21. This required her to frequently visit the university for characterization and setting observation. Given his kind nature and interest in the subject at hand, he started assisting her giving out opinions and suggestions. Then they just started talking more. Feeling comfortable with each other along with learning common interests and some more talking, they became friends instantly. It led them into doing a lot of things together more often than the usual. During a football practice that she joined he tackled her a little too much that they both fell down, which accidentally ended up with him brushing his lips over hers. That was it. She realized she was feeling something all along. She had hoped he feels the same way.
During a summer night, he finally asked her out, realizing his own feelings from his blameless mind after she suddenly went paranoid when he told her he would be leaving for the entire vacation to the mountains for further training and to retain his mental balance. She gracefully agreed to his clueless invite if she would want to come with him as they kissed for the first time. Time passed with happiness and positive progression. She loves this man; loving him more and more, no matter how over-sentimental it seemed.
"Now that I'm here, why don't you efficiently invest your effort to another form of art with me? Say, to a more highly productive manner?" So she went on kissing his newly shaved head from the nape then deciding to move to a side of his face, teasing.
"Is that supposed to be a sinister initiation or a reward for my behaviour?" He started to shift to let her sit across his lap and face him. With a smile-smirk on his face she learned only he could do, she knew he was responding well to her request… well, to her demand.
"I wonder... should I say 'please be gentle to me' then?" She said playfully when he started kissing her face, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you want me to be?"
"Absolutely not..." he laughed and she kissed him wholeheartedly.