a/n: Sorry for taking so long! I've been busy with school XD. But here's a small chapter! Oh, and I know that the prompt is haircut, but I wanted it to be more related, so I guess a perm can count because it's a sort of hair treatment, right?

Prompt: Haircut

Disclaimer: Will never own Detective Conan.

Hey! Is that him? The karate champ?

Yeah, it's him! He's so hot! Look at those arms…

Do you think I got a chance?

Totally. Besides, you have curly hair. I heard he loves girls with curly hair.

Sonoko stared off into the distance, the words playing in her mind. "He loves girls with curly hair, huh…" she mumbled to herself, her thoughts drifting off. Her fingers went to her hair, playing with the strands. "Those idiotic fangirls. What do they know? It's not like they're his girlfriend, right?" Yet she couldn't help doubting herself as she looked at her straight hair, combing her fingers through it. She now wished she hadn't been sitting in front of them yesterday when she had been watching the karate tournament. She did notice the last time they were together he was quite attracted to girls with curly hair…

Don't be an idiot Sonoko, he loves you!

Yes, he did love her! Sonoko kept that thought in her head as she looked through her cabinet for a dress to wear. After all, Makoto was in town, and they were supposed to go out tonight. She grabbed her favorite floral yellow dress put it on. Well, it was rather short, but he wouldn't mind, would he? Besides, this was the only dress that matched her hair.

Yeah, your straight hair.

"He loves me, he loves me, he loves me." She muttered to herself, her hand unconsciously coming up to touch her hair. "Doesn't matter what my hair's like, right? He loves me. He'll always love me." She told herself, more trying to convince herself than trying to make a statement.

Come on, pull yourself together! Makoto's not that shallow! He'll always love you!

A smile crept its way back onto Sonoko's lips. She somehow felt more confident with those words playing in her mind. She straightened her dress and tugged it down (couldn't have Makoto complaining now, could she?) to reach a little lower than her mid-thigh. Oh well, whatever. It would have to do.

Looking at herself in the full length mirror, Sonoko gasped as she heard the tell-tall ringing of her phone, signaling that it was 1:00 and she had to leave. She scrambled to get her things and flew out of the house, running in her heels to get to the boy she loved.

"Ugh, I'm five minutes late…" she muttered to herself, groaning inwardly. Trust those heels to slip off when she was crossing the street, causing an infinite amount of chaos. It took her absolutely forever to retrieve it.

"Where is he…?" She looked around, looking for those telltale glasses, bandage and tan skin that set her boyfriend apart. "Wait – there he is!" she whispered, sighing in relief as she approached them–

Wait a second…them?

Nope, her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Makoto Kyogoku, her boyfriend was talking with another girl! Her heart split in two as the girl playfully slapped her boyfriend's arm, a small chuckle escaping her lips. She saw Makoto laugh at something that she said, throwing his head up to the sky and letting loose a laugh she thought only she could bring from him. Anyone who would've seen them together would have thought that Makoto and that girl were a couple.

And the worst part? Her hair was curly. Long, flowing, twirling locks that framed her heart-shaped face. Her blonde tresses seemed to bounce with every one of her movements, swaying in the wind like some sort of intoxicating spell luring boys over with her charm.

She ran away, tears trickling down her eyes as she made a bold decision.

"Ma'am, are you sure about this?"

Sonoko looked boldly at the mirror, teeth clenched in determination. She looked up at the girl, fire burning in her eyes as she replied, "Yes, absolutely sure about it." She closed her eyes, her boyfriend's face burning in her mind.

I'll do anything for you, Makoto.

"Makoto! Meet me at the park at four, okay? Alright, see you there!"

Makoto stared at the phone incredulously, wondering if he had heard what he really had heard. That was it? No apologies, no explanation, no nothing? She didn't even tell him why she had skipped out on their date the day before. He frowned, shoving his phone into his jacket pocket.

He'd get some answers later.

Where was she?

She said four, and he was there. He put his hands in his pockets awkwardly, glancing around for any sign of his girlfriend. He was sure she told him to meet at the park, right? Wait – there she was! He smiled as he saw her short, curly hair pop into view…

…Curly?

His jaw dropped as he saw her with a new hairstyle, her hair now in small curls. "S-sonoko! Y-your hair's curly! Wh-what?" He stuttered, eyes still fixated on her hair.

"Yeah! You like it? I got a perm!" she said, practically bouncing in excitement.

"I thought you said you hated curly hair!"

"R-really now? When did I say that?"

"…You told me just last week…"

"W-well, you must've heard wrong then! I love curly hair! Yep, I've always wanted to curl it!"

"Sonoko." He grabbed her hands and looked into Sonoko's eyes. "I know what I heard. You said you hated curly hair. Why'd you curl it?"

"W-well, nothing really!"

"Sonoko…"

"Well…"

"Sonoko, tell me the truth…"

"Itmighthavebeenbecauseofthos efangirlsandthatgirlIsawyouw ithawhileago."

Makoto blinked several times, trying to process the information unsuccessfully. "What?"

"Well, when you were at your karate match, there were a couple of girls who said that you liked girls with curly hair more. And then awhile ago I saw you with that girl and you were laughing with her, and she had curly hair. So I thought maybe I'd change my hair, y'know, just for a change, and – "

"You changed your hair because you thought I liked curly-haired girls more?"

"M-maybe…"

"Sonoko! Why would I like curly hair more? I hate curly hair!"

"W-what?"

"It's always so long and bouncy and annoying. Why would I like it more? Straight hair is much simpler and refined."

"B-but that girl…!"

"She was a reporter, Sonoko! She was interviewing me! I had to pretend to laugh to look good in front of the cameras!"

"…"

"Sonoko…"

She looked up to see his eyes boring holes right into hers. "I don't ever, ever, want you to change for me. I love you just the way you are. Please, please don't change. Don't do anything for me. I love you. I will always love you for being you."

She felt her eyes tearing up as she wiped them with the back of her hand. "Thanks, Makoto. I'll keep that in mind."

The two walked away, hand in hand.

…

"Hey Makoto?"

"Hm?"

"So would you mind if I decided to get spiky hair like a rock star?"

"!"

"Just kidding."

a/n: Well, this was kind of rushed towards the end, but at least I got it out! Whoohoo I'm on break here because of Holy Week, so I'm going on vacation. Hope I can squeeze out another chapter before then, but Holy Week is a time for my family and I to bond and learn about Jesus, so I might not have time. But to all those on break for Easter and Holy Week, have a great break, and don't forget to thank the Lord! :D