Hair Manga Novels & Stories

As I got meet up with Hino, I saw him waiting for me at the cafe we agreed to meet up at. "Hey dude!" He greeted. I sat on the chair at the other side of his table. "You know, I'm still not used to seeing you with that haircut. It suits you though." "Thanks. Although this won't last long. I'm definitely going to grow it out again." He touches his hair, unsatisfied with its length. "Long hair makes you look like a girl. Well, it's just your face that's girly."

Boss Rina's smile widened after hearing Amaia's decision. After a few hours. At a classy and expensive-looking salon. “You call this overtime work ?!” Amaia unbelievably shrieked, while staring at her reflection in the mirror. With trembling hands, she touched her hair. Her old, jet-black, shiny hair has been dyed with auburn color. She looks really different, and it weirded her out. Disgusted, he suddenly looked at Boss Lina. "What the heck did they do to my hair? And what the heck is this place? I thought we were going to have a meeting for the theme of our next month's issue?" Amaia bombarded her with questions.

It became even stronger, instead. "I have an idea," Haria said when something suddenly entered her mind. "Let's just take a shower under the rain, while we go back to the mansion. Let's enjoy the rain." "Do you like that? Is it okay with you to get completely wet from the rain?" Ram caught a few drops of rain with his two palms that's coming from the leaves of the mango tree. When his palms had already got enough water, he immediately threw it at Haria's face. Haria's face was slightly wet because of what the man had done to her.

Neutral magic was just basic magic. Ouch. I looked up to see the Stylist yanking at my hair. I gave her a look that should've made her stop but it didn't. Why was she pulling at my hair so much. I tried to grab at my hair but she smacked my hand away. A laugh came from my side. I looked in the mirror at the Goddess who was laughing since the Stylist had my hair in a tight hold. The Goddess of destruction was getting her hair done and had a cruel smirk on her face.

The way the sun highlights all the different shades of mahogany color in his hair has something hot arrowing straight down to my core. For the love of god and all that's holy, I still want to drag my traitorous fingers through his hair. I want to muss it up even more than it already is. He has one of those artfully messy hairstyles that not many guys can pull off so effortlessly. I, on the other hand, feel as if I've barely scraped myself together with a high ponytail and a scarf... I seriously need to get away from this guy before I do something completely crazy and actually start to like him.

I… really wasn’t trying to hide anything though. Hiro-san watched me as I stepped up to him after that. The hand drying his hair with the towel was barely moving. I breathed and brought my hands up to the towel. “Let me do that for you.” “Okay.” He shrugged and left the towel to me. I got him to rest his forehead against my stomach and began rubbing the towel against his hair which was almost fully black already. “Are you not going to colour your hair anymore?” “For a while, I’m not.” He replied. “I’m sticking with black for now.” He peeped at me. “Why? Don’t like this?”

Some people might hate man bun hairstyles but for handsome guys, no matter what style their hairstyle was, they would be handsome and in truth, this hairstyle had been used since ancient times so there was nothing weird about man bun hairstyle and it was better than ponytail hairstyle. Monica took his hair tie and tied his hair into a man bun easily since he really felt that it was troublesome to tidy up his hair after it became messy from the wind, but rather than man bun, in the eyes of most people in this country, his hairstyle resembled a samurai's hairstyle. Monica could feel some gazes from the girls along the way, but he pretended to not see it and talked with Sorata. "Kanda-kun, you

[A perfect synchronization! Nozomi's heart pounded with anticipation for what was to come. As she made plans, she absentmindedly twirled the ends of her hair that drooped past her neck and shoulder. However, she was soon distracted by the strange sensation of touching her hair. She could not feel its texture. It was like air, light and weightless. Then, it hit her. Wasn’t Nozomi’s hair short? Like, pixie cut level of short? She shouldn’t be able to do this.

Their hair colors are completely different and they wear similar clothes but in different styles. Betelgeuse:- a group similar to Banshee in terms of sound. Banshee is more on the metal side while Betelgeuse is simply rocky. Mana- a red-haired girl, who from the back Kagami mistakes for Akemi. Has a voice befitting a soprano of an opera house. Unnamed drummer- bald and tatted. He has a record of violence and sadly his behavior didn't disappoint.

Also to those that happened to have similar hair color to mine, all of them will always tend to carefully mind their behaviour. Sure, to be real, my Silver hair, is not really uncommon in Fantasma, where even blue haired color is something that can come naturally. So demanding such respect from other people is rather a stretch, but it’s not that I can police everyone about it, it was just their believe and I can just go around being a pain in the ass because of a small matter. Still I can certainly be sure that even if someone happened to have a silver hair, mine can never be duplicated, because the style and luster of my hair is unique only to me, Even T.A.S said so, so, if a system said th