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Mizi leans down to catch and wrap her hair full of water from her shower in a patterned towel, steam coating the mirror as she decides that she should trace stars and hearts to waste the time for her hair drying and having to fight with the knots to untangle them all. She starts to draw a stick figure with bob level hair and her signature necklace the girl was gifted for Christmas - Mizi already knew for certain who she was tracing on intention: Sua.
Speaking of Sua, her phone - laying on the counter next to her - rang out an alert of a new notification from the customized contact.
Universe 🩵 - 2:31 PM
Hey, Mizi, do you have any plans for the rest of today?
Mizi leaned down to check the message, her wrapped towel leaning down further with her as her hand shot up to stabilize it. Meanwhile, her opposite hand whips it on a separate towel before sliding it into her hand to attentionally type back her message, having the need to go back to fix every typo she made. Mizi smiles once before reading through her message and reviews if it will satisfy. Put a check on that.
Mizi 🌺 - 2:32 PM
No, I do not have any plans for today nor tomorrow. Are you possibly planning something for us here? 👀
Mizi sets down her phone and declares internally she should begin to untangle her knotted, tangled, messy hair and dry it properly if Sua was really going to plan something. She can’t seem to stop glancing down at her phone for a new message, and even attempts to listen closely for the ding, but she only overhears the sound of her brush struggling through her lengthy hair and her tiny grunts every time pains strikes through when her brush directly hits through a new knot to attack.
She planned in advance to braid her hair with those laces just for the fun of it. Who could blame me? Those who post photos of their laced braided hair online really just sparks me! Mizi ponders absentmindedly, the knots seeming to decrease in amount as her brush smoothly glides through the strands of her pink-and-blue hair. Braiding could be a pain or something fun that could take up a good amount of her time. Just as she continues to go through her never-ending pondering, another ding rings out that snatches her attention back to her phone. Reading the message through the notification and not clicking onto the contact.
Universe 🩵 - 2:36 PM
Good to hear, be at my house in an hour or so? I’m not spoiling anything.
Mizi glances up from the message and gazes at her reflection in the mirror and smiles and happily cheers. The only thing is, she needs to completely comb through the rest of her strands, dress into something that wasn’t the bath robe she’s wearing to catch all of the water drops that chase down her body. Her smile fades only the slightest amount before realizing, what would Sua call her over for?
Motivation strikes through her at the question, rushes to type through another message - with typos she had to take time to retype - to Sua confirming.
Mizi 🌺 - 2:37 PM
I’ll be there sharp. See you then, pretty girl. ❤
When she sent the message, Mizi noticed that Sua had heart her message. Really, it’s something small, but the detail makes Mizi blush at her cheeks, before darting at the realization again that she had to focus and get ready. She tilted down to snap both of the doors open under the sink to snatch her hair dryer connecting to the cord and plug. She glides her hands through the wet of her hair to check for any leftover knots she had to put up a fight with. Luckily, there’s none. At last, the plug is connected to the port and the hair dryer switches on with such booming noise that Mizi just can’t seem to ever adjust properly to.
The hair dryer warms up her hair and does its work within a few minutes as one of her hands directs the dryer around as another hand stops and continues to draw through her hair with the brush until she is satisfied with the end result of dry enough hair that can dry the rest of it needs to using the atmosphere. She unlocks and steps in her hallway leading to her bedroom, the bath robe on her hangs down low - just not low enough to drag across the floor - Mizi plans an outfit in front of on her neat bed: a crop top, jeans with pearls, of course, underwear, socks, a bracelet or two, and the laces she’ll weave through the braids of her hair when she gets to it.
Mizi jumps into her attire, when she is done, she plops onto her bed and sits cross-legged with her hair all gathered together on one side. She separates it into three pieces and begins to perform her cycle: left switching with the middle, then the right, and so on. Mizi witnesses as it does its work, braids forming from the top and then falling down of the three strands brought together as her hands work mindlessly on the braid. Absentmindedly, Mizi ponders if she should consider braiding another part of her hair and then clip. As soon as she makes up her mind, the first original part is done, all it needs is the lace weaving in and out.
Again, she doesn't pay attention to her work - she doesn't even need to witness it to ensure no mistakes are being made. It's her lucky day, Mizi decides as the lace continues its trail down and between the braids. Not a single part of it is loose - all pulled tight together. It's equal, Mizi praises herself (more like her hands because they're just so used to braid) and admires her first piece of hair done, she runs her hand lightly down the braided hair - barely even trying to touch it to accidentally undo it - and smiles radiantly as she flops up with the braided part flying up with her, then dangling loosely and gliding in time with the air pushing past her as she travels to the other side of her bed where a second lace leaves untouched. Again, breaking into the same circle again, she separates her hair into three pieces and begins to braid.
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Mizi glimpses into the mirror to catch a final look of her braided-laced hair before going to see Sua’s reaction of her handiwork. Her fingers reach up to pull ever so slightly at minor flaws she catches from her reflection, then as if is up to her final perfection, she beams and leans back from the mirror to snatch her keys, phone, and climb into her socks - her toes wiggling into the softness of the socks that cover up just halfway to her knees. They’re white with slight touches of pink that layer the sides as if being added onto of white icing circling a cake for decoration - it matches her hair, Mizi notes. Then, came her shoes and she was out the door at 3:33 PM.
The walk to Sua’s house wasn’t even long. Mizi could walk the whole distance in three minutes and move fast-pace down the sidewalk in about one and a half minutes. She snaps her gaze down at the pearly, shiny watch she was wearing on her wrist as Mizi swiftly travels down the sidewalk - admiring how neat it now looks because of being redone not too long ago by construction. Every step she took, Mizi wishes internally she could have brought a pair of sunglasses. The blazing sun - too hot for her, considering it was just spring - strikes down on her.
The first house on the next block marks her destination at sharp 3:36 PM as Mizi had promised earlier. Climbing up every one of the concrete steps leading up to the front door, Mizi finds that Sua watches through the side window. At the last two steps, Mizi makes it up and waits patiently for Sua to unsnap every lock. Her line of patience decreasing as she pushes up her face against the window when she doesn’t track any motion towards opening the door. “Sua,” she loudly says, knocking. Mizi puts on her best, polite smile in hopes that it’ll convince her.
Mizi pouts as Sua starts to giggle, her hand resting against her cheek, knowing something that Mizi doesn’t. “Sua, open, please?” she begs, attempting to swing the door knob open when it actually does swing open. Mizi cocks her head, baffled until she realized Sua’s doing. “Sua!” Mizi attacks her into a hug, both of them meeting with the wall as Sua slides down with Mizi. “You’re supposed to let your guests in, you know?” she whispers into her shoulder.
Sua still giggles, “I just wanted to play a trick on you, to greet you differently than normal!” She begins to gaze at her laced braids: neat and smooth as Sua reaches out to run a finger down one. Her giggles turns to an end, going serious. “I almost even opened the door for you when I caught a glimpse of your braided hair. How long did you spend on these?” Sua questions, arms going to wrap around her neck to pull her nearer to take in the scent of her shampoo. “Oh, and your hair smells so nice. Always so pretty.” One of Sua’s hands goes to play with one of Mizi’s braids she has access to, while the other rests lightly on her shoulder, letting it bend to hold her neck.
“Hey!” Mizi scolds Sua, her cheeks shifting into that rosy color that matches the pink of her hair. “You’re always showering me like this,” Mizi says, kissing her lips. When they part, she asks, “What did you bring me here for?” Sua assists in pulling Mizi up, she leads the way to her bedroom. Grabbing her hand into hers, “I considered taking us on a walk, but then I checked the weather and saw how hot it was - I mean, don’t you think 28 Celsius is bit much?” Sua hums and Mizi nods her head in sign of agreement. “I nearly considered turning back to grab a pair of sunglasses. It’s pretty blistering for halfway through spring time,” Mizi adds on. Sua gives a sly smile, head falling straight onto Mizi’s shoulder and again enveloping her arms around her shoulders in a hug.
Sua’s head raises up, just before kissing her cheek they both meet eye contact. “I did some more pondering, does ice cream sound okay? I can pay if you’d like to go with me?” Sua didn’t get to finish her sentence before they were kissing again. “I’d go anywhere with you,” Mizi says when they’re done. This time, it was Sua’s turn to blush. Nodding shyly when finding she didn’t have anything else to say that came to mind.
Mizi giggles when she witnesses the rose color rushing up to her face, “Sua, you’re pink!” Mizi teases, a finger going to trace around the circle of both of her cheeks. Sua scowls, “Yes, I am, let’s go, no time to waste!” Again, Sua drags her out of the house.
Unfortunately, here comes the blazing hot sun as they hit the outside world, the wind assisting in its slight breeze - just not enough to cool them down enough to comfortable temperature. “It’s nearby, don’t worry,” Sua tells Mizi as they fast-walk nearly at the same speed down the sidewalk. “And,” she pauses to breathe and one of her hands stick to Mizi’s as the other one creates a shaded spot above her eyes. “There’s shade there. We can even sit in the grass - the trees form a shadow we can cool down in.” Sua tugs on Mizi’s to draw her attention back on her. “Sounds good!” Mizi agrees, mirroring the action of Sua by creating a shaded spot above her eyes to block the sunlight to locate where she was walking to avoid tripping and falling and making a total fool of herself.
“Here we are,” Sua points out.
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“There’s some of the ice cream on your lip,” Mizi alerts, instead of flicking it off, she connects to their lips together. When they part, Sua turns that usual pink color, some of it shifting down to the sides of her neck. “Mizi, we’re in public!” Sua spoons another full of ice cream towards her mouth, licking it off in a single motion. “I got it for you.” After a while, she adds, “Your bubblegum ice cream tastes really good either way.” A smirk coming to raise onto her face. “Do I get to taste yours, too?” Sua questions, leaning her head on Mizi’s shoulder as they both sat on the grass. Strands of the grass poking and itching them through their clothes.
They both had paid for their ice cream a few minutes ago. While Sua expected Mizi to get her usual bubblegum flavor, she flips it up by asking for cookie dough with sprinkles. Sua panics, internally pondering why Mizi switches it up after years of ordering her signature flavor, then Sua orders the bubblegum in accident. In the end, Sua decides it was worth it despite the mess up. Mizi’s hand - the one not holding her ice cream bowl - lifts up on Sua’s bob hair to shift her closer. Sticking her there, her hand practically lightly resting in top of Sua’s head.
“Sure,” Mizi says, gathering a spoon full of the ice cream, ensuring to get plenty of sprinkles. Sua leans forward and catches the spoon into her mouth. Smacks her lips then pays attention to the taste after she swallows all of it. Obviously, it tastes like cookie dough - it reminds Sua of when her brother, their mother, and she would bake cookies every holiday or family event. “Tastes nice.” Mizi smiles and kisses her head, then leans her head down upon Sua’s. Mizi glances down at where the watch was located in her wrist. The time was only 4:06 PM, too early to watch the sunset.
Once in a while, a cloud would block the sun, giving them some time to admire the view around them. Birds doing their singing (chirping, but it’s pleasant to the ears of Mizi) and the breeze picks up, cooling them when it flies. The silence flowed in without either of them saying anything. An idea hits Mizi and she accidentally blurts it out loud. “Sua, have you ever considered taking it a step further?” Mizi can’t cover her mouth and hope that Sua had heard - even if she definitely did. “In what way?” Mizi sighs in relief, her heart thumping because she had held her breath after the sentence left from behind her lips. “Never mind.” Mizi waves it off, continuing to spoon ice cream into her mouth. The pink rushing up to her face.
“Do you mean… in that way?” Sua questions curiously. Again, Mizi holds her breath. It’s a while before she’s forced to breathe back in or risk passing out on the grass that stretched out from them in all directions. Mizi nods, lacking the ability to verbally respond. Sua matches the decision, going silent. With a few words, the atmosphere feels as if it has turned on Mizi and Sua. Really, Mizi feels guilt crawling underneath her skin to be one that affected this. Quickly, she ponders for an excuse. “I have some homework to finish, see you during classes. Oh, and, thank you for the ice cream,” Mizi blurts out again, gathering herself up just before kissing Sua’s cheek. Sua snaps into shape, “Mizi, wait!” She latches onto her hand, “Uh.. can we talk about this? Not today if you don’t want to, but some day?” Sua whispers, tone dropping low. Mizi glances back at her: still sitting on the grass, ice cream bowl all cleared and sat neglected on the grass. Mizi nods, “That’s okay, I’ll see you.” Mizi’s knees drop to the ground and Sua’s grip finally loosens on her wrist.
Mizi grasps her cheek into her hand and leans in to kiss her on the lips, their noses brushing as they connected. Eyes dropping close as they focus on the feel of their kiss. “I love you, Mizi.” Sua smiles for the first time since what happened a few minutes ago. It makes Mizi feel better in the inside and outside, smiling herself. “I’ll take your cup and dispose it, call me if you need anything, sounds good?” Mizi gets on fours to crawl towards her to reach over to grab the empty cup. Sua snatches the chance to really focus on the sight of Mizi reaching over her. Sua blinks, this was really getting to her, rushing a response, she says, “Goodbye, pretty.” Sua gasps, not meaning to use the pet name as Mizi when they were over text. Mizi giggles, peeks at her. “I’m glad I made an influence. Goodbye, my universe.” Mizi stands up with Sua, stretching her arms back as they wave their goodbyes.