Prompt: "I'm drying off your hair with a towel and I'm concentrating so hard until I look down and see you looking up at me with raindrops still clinging to your lashes and freckling your cheeks. Your hair's all mussed up and I'm still rubbing the towel over your head and ajdskfasd;l"
Water Lashes
Anyone could make the assumption that Masayuki's favourite angle of Yuu's was from above. Club members even theorized the reason he spent so much time in the tech booth was because he preferred to be above the stage, above the actors, simply to appease his height complex. This, however, was not the case.
It was true that Masayuki didn't appreciate the younger girl's taunts of how cute he looked due to his height. He equated cute with young, and compared to the childish actor, he was a full grown adult. Not just any adult, the senior assumed himself as a goddamn gentleman. So when the rain started pouring on their way home from club activities, he made sure to do what any polite, mature adult would do, and made her take shelter at his small apartment.
"I wouldn't have to stay here if you let me leave early with everyone else," Yuu pouted as she spread herself on the living room couch. With the upcoming play, they had to be more careful of things like getting stuck in the rain and ending up sick.
"And you, Kashima, wouldn't have had to stay late if you came on time for once. You can't just expect me to let you show up tardy without punishment."
The sigh the girl let out was loud enough for him to hear as he went down the hall to grab a change of clothes and towels. He threw the largest pair of clothes he owned at the female in the living room before going to his own room to change. When finally in dry, clean clothes, he found Yuu in the laundry room, trying to decipher his dryer.
"You look ridiculous," Masayuki deadpanned. His sweatpants stopped halfway up the tall girl's calves, and the shirt kept riding up to expose her belly and lower back. "You look ridiculous and cold."
The green-eyed girl simply laughed. She watched as Masayuki started the dryer and then demanded she sit down and dry her hair. With her sitting next to the dryer, the male threw the towel over head.
"Even if your clothes are dry, don't underestimate drying your hair! It's still very cold, so the heat that escapes from your scalp will cool off quickly, making you more vulnerable for sickness."
"You're like a mom, Hori-senpai," Yuu chuckled. Masayuki clicked his tongue in reply and continued to towel-dry her hair. The only sound for the next few minutes was the sound of the dryer's low rumble.
After about five minutes of the comfortable silence, Yuu spoke up.
"Hey, Hori-senpai?"
The boy let out a low hum, and allowed his drifting mind to focus on Yuu.
Bad idea.
Everyone seemed to assume that Masayuki's favourite angle to view Kashima in is from above, but Masayuki knew that the only way he would ever see her in that angle was in dangerous positions.
With Yuu Kashima, sitting in the chair in front of him, and his hands rummaging through her hair in an attempt to dry it, Masayuki suddenly became aware of how close they were. The top of her head reached the tip of her chin, and if he leaned any closer, he would be able to feel her warm breath against his chest. Water droplets fell from her hair and onto her face, her eyelashes alight from the reflection of the house lights in the small pools of water clinging to each dark strand. Her face was flushed, proving the heat from the dryer was warming her up, and as she looked up at him, Masayuki felt scared over what control he had from this angle. Just one little push, and his lips could meet the crown of her head, her forehead, those beautiful lashes, those rosy cheeks… her lips.
"Senpai?"
Masayuki snapped out of his thoughts and became aware that he had been standing still for awhile. He coughed awkwardly, and covered Yuu's face with the towel.
"What is it, Kashima?"
"The clothes have been dry for awhile now."
Masayuki grunted in reply, and wordlessly turned to the machine to withdraw their clothes. He handed Yuu her school shirt.
"Since it's late, call your parents. They can pick you up or let you stay the night. I'll sleep on the couch." Masayuki started to make his way out of the small laundry room.
"Okay. And, senpai?"
"Hmm."
"The water droplets on your eyelashes look really pretty."
Masayuki turned red and slammed the laundry room's door.
(A/N) Thank you for reading!
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