Warning: Girl homolust ahead.
In the language of hair…
Pakunoda would brush Shizuku's hair.
After all, it didn't always look perfectly flipped out and straight all the time.
In the mornings, when the forgetful girl would wake up and wonder what she was doing, Pakunoda would most likely be sitting close to Chrollo. Shizuku would pull a brush from her stack of personal belongings and ask her to brush it. Pakunoda never offered herself, though she never refused either.
Shizuku once offered to do Pakunoda's hair. That was when the other woman refused. Shizuku didn't question why, instead plopping down and handing the other woman the brush.
She didn't forget that.
Even if it weren't in the morning, the black haired girl would go up to the blonde and ask her for small things, all concerning her hair.
"Will you comb my hair please?" she asked politely.
"Sure." The other would say, just as quiet.
"Will you help me get this tangle out?"
"Alright"
"Will you clip my ends?"
"Yeah."
Pakunoda's thin, yet well worn fingers would run gently through the younger girl's hair. Shizuku would relax, and open a book. But it was always on the same page from the same book. Both were aware she was never reading it.
Sometimes Pakunoda would idly tell her about how soft her hair was, or tips to improve its quality. Though naturally, Shizuku forgot some of her suggestions.
It was when Shizuku asked Pakunoda to wash it that the older woman reacted strongly. It wasn't an overreaction, just a widening of her eyes and a raised eyebrow.
"Come again?" she had said.
"Can you wash my hair?"
Not "Will you."
"Can you…"
After several seconds, Pakunoda answered.
"Yeah, I can."
The water was chilly that day.
In some unnamed forest outside of an equally unknown city, there was a small river to which two females sat on their own respective rocks. Though, neither really paid any mind to the chill.
One wore nothing but a tank top plus her now wet pants and the other remained fully clothed, if lacking her shoes. A waterfall showered a steady flow of clean water aside from the stray pebble every now and again. High trees left the area shaded from the bright sun above.
Scented chemicals flowed with the movement of the water, and out of sight. Though most of the smell remained atop the black mop that was Shizuku's hair.
The girl tilted her head back and into the touch of long fingers massaging her scalp.
"Why raspberry?" the blonde asked. Referring to the conditioner being applied.
"It reminds me of your outfit."
Remembrance. Only the important things were remembered.
Unsure of how to respond, Pakunoda stayed silent.
"Pakunoda?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
For the second time, the woman remained silent. Her only response being her fingers running through the other's hair more gently and slowly.