Kirishima Hair Novels & Stories

Takumo liked her soft beauty. Next stood Takiari. She had fiery red hair and sharp green eyes. Her body was strong and curved. She held her head high. Her hips swayed when she walked. She looked ready to challenge him. Takumo smiled. He enjoyed wild spirits. Last was Aridoari. She had golden brown hair and soft brown eyes. She seemed shy. Her cheeks turned pink under his gaze. Her figure was delicate yet inviting. Small hands twisted together in front of her. Takumo felt heat rise in his chest. He wanted to teach her confidence.

“Huh? But Satou is a boy.” “…What?” Risa took off the straw hat, revealing a clean, short haircut. “I’m Satou Rishi from the baseball team. Same pronunciation, different kanji.” Takuto’s knees buckled. He nearly collapsed. Fate is messing with him. “You seem nervous,” Rishi said, unpacking. “Your face has been pale ever since we got off the bus.” Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar.

So, I put myself in her hands and hoped for the best. I was sure that my hair would be the biggest challenge. I saw few heads that sported such wild manes as mine. Jasmine surprised me when her deft fingers managed to pin my hair in an upsweep and tame the curls enough so that they flowed in unison down my back in record time. I was shocked when she informed me that hair like mine was the envy of all women as it limited the need for the uncomfortable curling iron. The peach colored bow that disguised the pins at the back of my head was made of the same peach colored satin as the dress that I wore.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

said Eskylrious with a smirk as he enjoyed Kiara's annoyed expression . " You look good but you also looked good with your long hair Kiara . " said Justin . " I know but it's not like I had time to care for my hair that much ! It's better if I cut it . Combin all that hair is too much ! It will grow up anyway ! " said Kira with a non caring tone . She walked near Justin and gave him the box she was holding . " Take this ! " said Kiara and gave the box to Justin .

Kariya answered as she gently combed Akira’s soft and long black hair. “Make sure there's water nearby, he will soon be my master. I won't want him choking to death, ” Akira responded as she looked at her vanity. It's always Kariya that knows how to style her hair the most. She always makes it so beautiful and extraordinary. “Kariya, where did you learn to make beautiful hairstyles like this, ” Akira asked when Kariya dropped the comb. “From our kingdom, I used to help my lady to make different hair styles too then. She always loves this style.” Kariya answered as she looked at Akira in the mirror.

Shrimp and seaweed to be exact. After I'm done eating I try out the shower which is surprisingly easy to use. I also manage to blow dry my hair and comb it. I decide that I want curly hair today and I don't have time to figure out the curling iron so I just close my eyes and imagine my hair in perfect ringlets reaching down to my waist but I decide to keep the purple hair with golden highlights. It's probably how I'm going to keep it from now on.

Amina said," Take your smartness to the Mall for at least now" Haider said,'' If you don't want to get into a fight with me and mess with your new noodle hairstyle ,then shut up". Amina glared at him and said, " Stupid ,These are called curls .I have curled my hair ". Haider pulled her curly hair a bit and said,'' I don't care whether it's Maggie or noodles but you are looking like a sheep in these curled hairs". Kiara spoke up in their fight before Amina speakup to stop their fight .

She knew it would be useless to resist because no matter what, Gilbert would only view her as pretentious. Kisa's hair was all stuck and covered in raw eggs. It was messy and dirty. Gilbert briefly rinsed her hair with water and used a comb to comb her hair gently. She did not have a lot of hair, but it was also not little. It was long and soft. The black hair made her neck look fair. Gilbert seemed to like Kisa's hair a lot since he focused on carefully combing it. It took quite a while for him to comb out her hair. He then shampooed it and began scrubbing.

“It’s Hikaru. I’ll take this.” “Ah. Thank you.” I nodded for which I got reprimanded by my ‘hairdresser’ again. I turned my full attention to Aki-chan and stayed still while she struggled to get my hair to stay in the scrunchie that she had found on Kaori-nee’s dresser. She was still chatting away to glory and so, Hiro-san stepped away to answer the call. My hair wasn’t even that long… “Mm. It’s done!" Aki-chan finally nodded and stepped back to get a good look at what she had accomplished. She grinned after that. “You look pretty, Kake-jii!”