Tanjiro Kamado Long Hair Novels & Stories

But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people. Jiro was an okay guy. He had thick auburn hair, cute white glasses over his jade green eyes, and buff beige skin spotted with teeny weeny freckles. I wasn't sure if it was his entire body, or what his body looked like in fact. He was always wearing huge sweaters and hoodies like he borrowed a bouncer's. I wondered why he loved oversized clothes but never asked. He was kind of short too, taller than Odette but short. He was my height.

I have to look up at them and it sucks. "Hey, Jo," Jon replies. Jax looks at me for a few seconds, then looks away uneasily. Jax is a tall guy — like everyone else around me — with curly dark hair that he has always kept short on the sides and longer but still trimmed and layered at the top. Angeline had several of his photos as a little boy and a younger teenager, in which his curly hair was long and fell around his face. She used to say she would one day trick him into a bet or something and have him grow it again.

Her hair was still half wet. His eyebrows furrowed and he went towards her "Seriously, wake--" He paused and looked at her wet hair carefully. He picked up the half pink half blonde bunch of hair. He quickly ran, went to the bathroom and grabbed the diffuser. He dried the hair and combed them till their ends. "This is," Kirito said as he looked at her hair which curled into pink blonde locks like a double helix "So pretty." She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. Then she got up suddenly "Hiomi--Welcome back home." She got from the bed "I didn't make dinner-- I'll just--"

Someone walked out steadily from the shadows of the hall. He wasn’t too tall, and was only about five foot two. He was slightly bald, and his face looked like it belonged to a monkey. A long and short Island Nation sword was hanging on the sides of his waist. Every step he took emanated a terrifying aura. “An Island Nation Swordsman?!” Justin frowned. “That’s right. Kuroda Taro is an expert of the Shindan Way. His swordsmanship is almost unparalleled within Mordu.”

His short blonde hair is neatly combed, yet he is still in his white robe. Contrasting from his usual attire, that robe is so short that Jamie’s long legs are exposed under anyone’s sight. His legs, they are so long, so smooth, so fair...

"This is another me, or maybe you should call him the alternative me. He maybe looks the same as me. But he was totally different from me. There was only one way to know which one is Hikari and Yami. And it was by this jacket. As for me, I prefer the color of the light and it was White. Meanwhile, Yami prefers the color of the dark which was black." Maybe it was easy for them to make sure which one is Yami and which one is Hikari. But they were wondering what will happen if both Hikari and Yami didn't wear the jacket. Hikari knows that they maybe will ask him about that, So he says to them "If you can't recognize us. Then just look at our hair. My hair is a bit white if you notice it. Meanwh

I look at Hendrik, who is sporting an expression of a mixture of relief, anger, and grudging respect, and tell him, “See?” He goes back to his chair, grumbling as Jossie goes behind him and starts snipping off his golden locks. A considerable mass of hair falls to the floor. Jossie then gives a now short-haired Hendrik a pair of aged linen clothes, which he takes with a murmur of thanks before heading out to change. “Your turn,” Jossie says, and my heart begins to raise as she gathers my hair in her hand. “Wow, you have really long hair. It has to go, though.”

“You mean ‘that’ list?” Chie nodded her head with a smile. “What’s his name?” Kiyo sighed internally, knowing there’s nothing she could do to stop her best friend. “His name is Haato. We call him Haato-kun.” Chie gasped softly. “Haato-kun. And his hair is red, like a blooming heart.” Chie moaned softly. “What a perfect combination.” “If you say it like that, yeah, but I don’t really see him as perfect.” Kiyo said.

As soon as she arrived, Jasmine said embarrassedly, “I am so sorry for making everyone wait for me…” Nanako hurriedly smiled and said, “Miss Moore, you don’t have to be so polite. We just sat down at the table.” With that, Nanako stood up and said, “Miss Moore, why don’t you sit with me, then?” Jasmine nodded and said, “Okay, then. Thank you, Miss Ito.” As she spoke, Jasmine sat down beside Nanako. Nanako looked at Jasmine’s slightly wet hair before she said, “Miss Moore, your hair looks very healthy. It is truly black and shiny, and you have a very thick hair volume. I wonder, how do you usually maintain your hair?”

Iori’s black locks moved around her like a black curtain against her light ceremonial kimono and Jun wondered whether there would be a day when he would feel like touching her hair and running his hand through it whenever he saw it. “Did you know why Iori always keeps her hair long?” Kaoru asked as he came to stance beside him his eyes never leaving the dance floor, “It’s because hair is known to be used in ceremonies like this. Iori had dedicated her whole life to this up to the minute detail. And some people dared to steal her place after everything she had done to deserve it. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil with anger.” Kaoru added Jun didn’t answer and the two of them remaine