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Watching from afar, the sight was something to behold. It was something so mundane that it was stupid, but I couldn't deny it. A tinge of jealousy ran through me as I continued watching. Thankfully, he never noticed me watching him, but the thoughts that remained poked at me with ferocity.

How does he manage all that hair? It's so freaking long. If it was me, it would take forever to comb, but it looks so smooth? Isn't Hinata his retainer? That's probably why he has such long hair.

Prince Takumi was infamous for his hatred towards Nohrians. With his lingering resentment towards Corrin for the incident regarding Queen Mikoto, it stretched to those whom followed the girl. I just couldn't walk up to him and ask him about hair management of all things. He'd probably shoot me with the Fujin Yumi. If I tried running, that wouldn't exactly be wise to do if the person in particular was a really skilled archer with lightning arrows.

An arrow was right in front of me and I could hear the soft beating of my heart. Time slowed. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. Suddenly, I found myself flat on the ground and just in awe. My hands were left shaking in the lingering aftershock because did he actually shoot at me?!

"Hey, show yourself!"

Hmm, this is a pickle. If I show my face, then I'll be subjected to awkward interrogation with a bow in my face. If I run, I'll find myself stabbed with an electric arrow. Either way, I'm screwed.

I steeled myself with boiling temper, chilling indifference, and a heart made of stone. In a nutshell, Jakob on a bad day.

"Hello, Prince Takumi," I paired my greeting with a smile. "I see that you're doing well."

"What the hell were you doing over there? Spying on me?"

"A-Ah," I bit my cheek at the stutter. I had to keep my cool, no matter how badly I wanted to bolt out of there. "No, I was-"

"Even when you say that, your habits give you away," he kept a tight grip on the bow.

"But-"

"I should've expected this from a Nohrian," he continued, cutting me off. "Lying through their teeth, even when given a chance to say the truth."

"Can you-"

"Then again, my sister hired you, so I shouldn't be surprised."

"Just wait-"

"Typical habits-"

"Can you just hold your thoughts for one freaking second," the poisonous hiss that came from me shocked the both of us, but my temper kept me going like an Elfire gone wrong. "I'm just going to say that you are a bit too suspicious of everything. Sure, given your position, you have the right to be cautious. However, being downright disrespectful towards a person that isn't under your command is plain rude and unwarranted. If my tolerance wasn't so high, I would've smacked you across the face five minutes ago for shooting an arrow at me!"

Letting an agrivated huff escape me, I mumbled, "I'm leaving. Damn me and my curiousity."

"Wait."

"Screw this," I turned around and began to leave. "I have shit I need to do, and I'm not going to wait on someone who won't even listen to a damn thing I say."

"I'm sorry," the words made me stop, "...for reacting the way that I did."

"...I'm sorry too," I replied.

A minute or so passed before someone said anything.

"I was wondering about your hair," I bit out the words. My cheeks grew warm in embarrassment at his shocked expression. "It looks so soft, even though it'd look like a pain to brush in the morning. There, ya happy?"

"... I must admit, that was a bit unexpected."

"I tend to be random at times, but if you'll excuse me, I need to clean the plaza."

"I get Oboro's help," Takumi looked away at my incredulous expression, fingering the ends of his ponytail. "She deals with the smaller tangles that I can't reach."

"Huh," I couldn't think of much else to say. "That makes sense. I can't imagine Hinata helping out with hair. I have to give her props for managing it so well. Whenever I do anything, my hair just fluffs up like I got zapped by a Thunder tome."

"Try braiding your hair. It might help."

"Anything is worth a shot. Thanks for the advice, Prince Takumi."

He nodded at me, and I walked away from the scene.

I've always wondered how Takumi could handle that much hair. Then, I realized the Oboro probably helped him with it.

Thus, this drabble was born!