Prompt: Send me a "Together" and I'll write a drabble about them spending their first night together (platonic, just sleeping)
Hair
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The rustling of a brush strumming down hair breaks the otherwise silent night, fingers threading through thin locks behind the bristles. A silky, red curtain is sprawled on her lap, a warm cheek resting on the inside of her knee. The long fingers holding a small book lose strength with each pass and Yosano knows Kouyou is already more asleep than awake.
"You have such a beautiful hair," she comments, index twirling between still damp locks.
Long eyelashes brush against her leg when the woman sitting on the floor blinks, and even though awakening her was her intention Yosano regrets having talking the moment Kouyou straightens up.
"Yours is charming too." She turns around, a cascade of hair brushing Yosano's legs on its way down. "You should let it grow."
Yosano finds herself shaking her head even before Kouyou finishes her suggestion. "With my job? Too unpractical."
A small, resigned sigh leaves Kouyou's lips as she turns around again, holding her hair up so it fall over Yosano's legs.
"Then we'll have to settle for mine for now."