Aizawa Ponytail Novels & Stories

Meanwhile Ryu stood where he was for a moment longer, his eyes fixed on Aito sleeping peacefully under the blanket. The sight alone made the exhaustion from the long flight melt away. The blanket pulled up to Aito's chest as it covered the rest of his body, leaving only his shoulders and head visible. His long blonde hair had grown past his chin now, soft strands framing his face in a way that made him look even more delicate in sleep. Half of it had been gathered into a messy ponytail at the back of his head, though it had clearly loosened while he slept, leaving wisps falling free. The rest of his hair was scattered across the pillow and the couch beneath him, platinum blonde against the d

“What? Is there something on my face?” “Oh, there's something alright,” Atsumi said. “But not on your face.” Ayaka moved Twilight's hair out of the way. “More like on your neck. I thought it was weird that you wore your hair like that. You usually tie it.” “When did you guys find out?” “You exposed yourself when you stretched your arms.” They both said. “Good job. You might as well put a sign above your head that says: Hey, I almost got fucked this morning.” Tis said.

She claimed, making me shake my head. “That didn’t affect half of my billions,” I casually told her, which made her stop before shaking her head. I closed my eyes after she put a wig cap in my hair before attaching the mustard-colored head of this anime character named Zenitsu. “And there! You’re done, master!” She stared at me for a while before blushing, “It suits you surprisingly,” She averted her gaze, “Now I need to get ready myself!” After she said those words, she left me in the living room so I have all the time in the world to check out myself.

Maybe next time, she'd do something like this herself without Harriet's help. She ended up learning more from her best friend and felt more and more driven to become like her. “Hmm, should I try growing my hair out…?” she muttered. That's when Arai suddenly heard a voice behind her, as if answering her low mumbling, "...you're beautiful even though you have short hair... you know?" Arai turned her head and found Zaha standing behind her, with an expressionless face. The wind blew gently, subtly caressing the man's long hair, which was tied at the back of his head. This man in front of her… is truly beautiful.

"What a scenery—haaaaaay~" “Ugh, what am I even thinking,” she’s shaking her head, trying to shake her mind off the guy. "Be calm! Don't lose your sanity, girl!" she muttered. "What are you doing?" Zai shot the question when he already noticed her presence. "A-ah… heh… N-nothing! It's nothing! haha~” She then reached for her long ponytailed hair. That's her mannerism when she’s being nervous. She just twirled her hair with her hand. Her heart was beating way too fast!

When Golden carefully observed her, he had to recognize that Aizu was an adorable girl, although he hadn't any real experience judging a girl's appearance, only the knowledge of her sister pointing out girls while teasing him in the past. Based on what he learned from Ange, Aizu could be considered a very cute girl. However, he could also feel something good about her, but he wasn't able to identify what immediately. As Aizu started to chant her spell and a little stable fireball began to appear, Golden finally recognized what the thing that called his attention was. That was Aizu's hairstyle; her hairstyle was almost the same as his sister's. Then, Golden thought about how Aizu's voice and

There was only one who would ever be able to do that so long as he lived: Eliza. In that first breath his eyes took her in. Her auburn-red hair was significantly lightened by the continued sun exposure and was pulled up into her go-to ponytail; her glowing, golden skin was shown off in short khaki shorts and dark green camisole; her incredible hazel-green eyes were showing the first signs of moisture as undoubtedly the emotion of such a moment was overwhelming.

“Wrong. Things wouldn’t turn out like this if I were to be firm with them.” “Too bad. The ship has sailed. Our youngest is nearly dead.” Izaya pouted while Shizuo hugged his twin quietly. It was just an act of comfort between them. Hisoka flexed his palms, summoning his power. The purple-like wind swirled on top of his palm before he furled his hand. “Izaya.” He called. Izaya’s eyes shifted at the hand. Hisoka then unfurled his hand. A beautiful black rose twirled.

She was dressed as Princess Leia but from New Hope, so the white dress with hood. Riko had managed to get her to sit to let her put her dark locks into the two side buns. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” she pouted. “Because Bampás had to handle some work stuff. But I’m going to get changed now. Why don’t you help Otōsan get Aiko ready,” I smiled, putting her back down. “Okay!” Saki grinned and rushed over to sit with Forrest and Aiko. Aiko was also Princess Leia, but she was dressed like her from Return of the Jedi in white pants, a khaki top, and a white vest. Forrest was presently trying to get her hair in the same style used in that movie.

Within few seconds though, those two girls observed Aryan and rushed to his side, squealing. "ARYAAAN!!!" "Wow look at those muscles, Aryan!! Tell me, where you do your work outs? I will come and join as well." The one with the high ponytail demanded as she wound her arm around his. For the first time I realised how ridiculous young women look in high ponytails. Why do they style themselves like this, as if they were still in high school? I wondered. Aryan smiled at her but his gaze again turned towards me and I could see how embarrassed he was at her overtures. Not just embarrassment, but guilt as well, or am I imagining things?? I quickly turned my gaze away again.