Chapter Eight: Fidget
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Song Playing: She Don't Know She's Beautiful
Theme 96: Writer's Choice
Ever since Mamori had gotten her hair cut off she had gotten quite a few compliments on it. Her friends and raved saying it made her look older, more mature. Her mother had said it framed her face nicely. Still, despite all their encouraging words, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscience.
It was annoying.
Every time he glanced over at her she was pushing a strand behind her ear or blowing it out of her face or, to his great annoyance, toying with the shortened strands. It was distracting as hell. Because the movement of her hair drew his attention to her hand which lead him to the neck that was connected to her shoulders and after that his mind went places that would have him being the target of the wrong end of a mop if she could peek into his thoughts.
He had overheard her and that loud mouthed cheerleader talking about how she still wasn't used to it and how self-conscience she was about it. The noisy one had attempted to reassure her that it looked great and had jokingly teased her that maybe the real reason she was upset was that a certain someone hadn't noticed. The manager turned a light shade of red before telling the younger girl to work on her homework.
He walked away, the two never even knowing he was there.
"Fucking manager!"
Mamori turned her head to find Hiruma standing behind her. "Yes?"
"It ain't half bad."
She didn't toy with her hair after that.
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