Straight as a razor, and soft as as curtain of silk. He ran his hands through again and again, marveling at the texture. It slid between his fingers like water, ghosting across his skin, dark and full of life. The sheen was hypnotizing, the even lengths astounding. How had he ever focused when such a startling element had been so close, tantalizing and flawless? The scent was intoxicating, like grass and leaves, so refreshing. His eyelids began to drift comfortably shut as his fingers continued their steady progress, down and up, dipping deeper and deeper into the ever changing tresses.
"It's getting too long."
"Hmm?" Kyouya said, snapping out of his trance.
"My hair," Haruhi repeated. "It's getting too long. I think I should cut it again."
"No!" he said much too quickly.
Haruhi fixed him with a calculating stare. "Why not?"
Kyouya shrugged indifferently as he stated, "I like it this length."