Prompt: I wish you would write a fic about… the origin of Touka's ultra fluffy :re hairstyle.
"Should I change my hairstyle?"
The question throws Yomo off and he finds himself stunned, unconsciously pouring piping hot coffee onto his wrist instead of the cup he's holding.
"Oi! The coffee! Don't waste the good stuff, you idiot!"
Rushing around the counter, grabbing a cloth by the rack, Touka quickly soaks it with cold water and wraps it around her stupid "brother's" now-red wrist. Though ghoul, burns still hurt like a bitch and it wouldn't do any harm to subsidise the pain.
"Thank you."
Touka continues to grumble, lamenting that the coffee could have been in her tummy instead of the parquet floor. "Seriously, it was only a trivial question. What's with that reaction?"
Did such an innocent question warrant such a big reaction from Yomo?
It's big if one knows about how expressive their neighbourhood barista is.
"Your hair is fine." He says lowly, unwrapping the towel to rinse the coffee out by the sink. "But you might want to change the colour. If we were to pass off as siblings, our colour looks way too different."
Touka hums, thinking over his words and disappears to the employee room.
I'm going to the store to dye my hair so I'm gonna leave the opening to you!
Yomo sighs at the message. Though he likes the peace and quietness that accompanies the early morning, there's always the few early birds who wants their daily caffeine dose and he doesn't like to deal with contact.
He relishes the days in Anteiku when Touka became the poster child instead of him.
After a few scaring - from him - and crumpled notes in the cashier, Yomo takes a small break, going around to adjust the chairs and wipe the tables down. Hearing the entrance bell ring, he sighs mentally and looks up, only to widen his eyes at Touka's new hairdo.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I look weird?" She reaches up to touch her locks, suddenly unsure of her decision to agree to the hairstylist's recommendation to volumize her hair.
"No." He turns his back to her and walk to the employee's room. "I just thought your hair was becoming another set of ukaku."
Touka is torn between laughing at him trying to make a joke, or to throw the nearest chair and kick his ass for making fun of her hair.
