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Assistant: Title: Some one shots and drabbles of our star student and treasure boy
        Author: V3TS V3TS 
        Chapter: 9/10 
        Summary: Hotarou and Rinne aren't talked about enough, I wanna fix that. Also, graduations p@ss@d me off enough to start this.
        Contents: Chapter 9: Hands full of you
    

    


      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    
  Cruel, harsh, and unforgiving. 
 
  These may be some words you may use to describe an ex-lover from a toxic relationship. A childhood bully. Maybe a horrible boss. Or even maybe your cripping student loans, but today…
 
  Today, these words are used to describe the rain that our two heroes got caught in. The rain hadn’t been kind at all.
 
  Sheets of water poured from the sky like a net with a bad attitude that had something to prove, and by the time Rinne and Houtarou stumbled through the door of his home, they were both soaked to the bone. 
 
  Water dripped from their uniforms, and with every step they took, a soft 
  
    fligsh
  
   was audibly heard as their socks were now more water than wool. They both had brief moments of reflection, of what to change their hairstyles to, fore they both had bangs, albeit plastered to their faces, accompanied by breaths rising in little puffs from the sudden temperature change.
 
  “Geez…” Houtarou muttered, tugging his jacket off. “I didn’t think it’d get 
  
    that
  
   bad.”
 
  “Yeah, Dad, I’m safe now with Ichinose. I’ll wait until the rain stops to come back. I love you.” Said Rinne, stepping from the walkway, her phone in hand pressed against her damp cheek.
 
  He called out for his mom, but nothing came back, so he figured his mom was off running errands and had also gotten caught in the rain.
 
  She pulled strands of wet hair from her cheeks and sighed. “I told my dad I’d stay here until it passes. He was okay with it.”
 
  He nodded before venturing off into his room and coming back shortly with a towel and some spare clothes. He handed her a small bundle—an oversized T-shirt and some soft, pastel colored sweatpants. Rinne hesitated for a second, taking them with a quiet thanks.
 
  As she disappeared down the hall to change, she caught the faint, warm scent of him clinging to the fabric. It was on the sweatpants, the shirt, heck, even the towel, it was his scent. Houtarou’s smell had never really consisted of a strong cologne; more often than not, the stench of food and raw produce clung to him after his shifts from time to time. However, this made her pause for a quick second. It was simple, just clean laundry, and something gently earthy beneath it.
 
  It was nice… 
 
  The scent teased her nose, floating away with every breath as she held it up close.
 
  The warm, oversized t-shirt held her comfortably, the collar hung low a bit, but was high enough to swallow her whole. 
 
  Upon returning, Houtarou was almost impressed even, the shirt fit her well, and it was funny to see her wearing his goofy graphic tee he loved so much, sure some of it had faded along with his sweat pants but she didn’t seem like she minded, it was a little bit bigger than her, brushing mid-thigh, sleeves too long. Her cheeks were a soft pink, though she didn’t mention why.
 
  Houtarou’s pupils dilated, and his words stalled seeing his sleeves that would usually fit him, drape past her elbows a short bit. 
 
  “Is this uh.. Shirt okay for you?”
 
  She nodded before saying thank you, tucking damp hair behind her ear. Her cheeks held a faint flush—whether from the warmth or something else, he saw, but couldn’t say.
 
  Houtarou motioned to his room with a soft, eager grin before jumping up and down a bit
 
  Utterly confused as always, Rinne still followed. 
 
  Houtarou pounced onto his bed after searching frivolously through his drawers before settling on a hairdryer. He dropped a cushion from his bed to the floor before patting it.
 
  
    I think he’s trying to get me to sit there.
  
 
  Houtarou looked up from where he sat on a low chair, a hairdryer in hand. “C’mon Kudo, you can sit here.”
 
  Rinne blinked. “Huh?”
 
  He patted the cushion in front of him again. “I’ll dry your hair.”
 
  She scrunched her nose, not taking him seriously. “Wait? That’s… kind of weird.”
 
  He shrugged. “Wouldn’t hurt, besides you’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry off your hair correctly.” 
 
  That earned a small, disbelieving smile from her, “Please be careful,” she said.
 
  “Puh-leeeese Kudo, careful was my nickname back in primary school.” He tried to reassure, albeit to not much effect.
 
  But she sat cross-legged at his feet anyway, facing away from him. The soft whirr of the dryer came to life, and with it, a gentle stream of warm air passed through her damp hair. Houtarou started on a pretty high setting, the air rushing past her ears, noise blaring just past her. She didn’t exactly like the loudness of his hairdryer, but she could feel herself slowly relax into it. He began goofing off a bit, directing the fan of warm air anyway he pleased, but soon honed in on the more damp spots of Rinne’s hair. He gently held a small handful of her locks, making sure to evenly distribute the warmth around the area and not accidentally burn her.
 
  Houtarou worked methodically with each section, being careful with how close he brought the hairdryer to her scalp. 
 
  After working the main bits, he slightly ruffled her hair a bit after finishing each section to make sure that he got every last bit of dampness out of her hair.  She could feel the way he paid attention, not rushing, not careless.
 
  
    He must be focused if he’s not making any jokes.
  

  Rinne shifted.
 
  “Too hot?” he asked.
 
  “No. It’s fine.”
 
  Her voice was soft, quieter than usual.
 
  
    He’s… really gentle. 
  
 
  
    Why does this feel so… so.. Intimate…?
  
 
  Every now and then, he’d play with her hair a bit, and to some avail, she’d reward him with a soft giggle or a small grin, and to him that was enough.
 
  Eventually, most of Rinne’s hair gets dried as Houtarou’s hand finds her scalp, his palm puppeteers the soft antennae that are his fingers that work gently into her. A wave of relief washes over Rinne as she gets lost in the noise of the hairdryer and the smooth, slow, circular motions of his hands working repeatedly.
 
   They pass up and down, back and forth, relieving any tension that had accumulated over the past few hours. 
 
  For a second, she could’ve sworn she fell asleep.
 
  But the Hairdryer eventually clicks off, and she is awoken from her gentle slumber. Working her own hands now through the strands, she struggles to determine if the warmth radiating off her cheeks and the back of her neck is from the hairdryer or her directly. 
 
  She turned to face him.
 
  “Okay. My turn,” she said.
 
  He raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
 
  “No,” she admitted, “but you’re soaked too.”
 
  They switched places. Houtarou sat cross-legged, towel over his shoulders, while Rinne stood behind him with the dryer. She hesitated, fidgeting with the buttons on the hairdryer, gently pushing her fingers into his hair.
 
  
    Did he always have this much hair? 
  
 
  She paused, not exactly knowing where to start.
 
  This earned a cheeky “Something wrong?” out of Houtarou, sheepishly grinning while waiting for her to continue.
 
  “No, it’s just… I never realized you had so much hair for a guy.” She replied.

   

  He gave her a soft “Mhm. People always say that,” to keep her posted.
 
  It took a couple of tries to figure out his hair and his hairdryer, but she eventually figured him out and began putting in work to dry his hair as carefully as he did with her. 
 
  
    Hmm, Kudo’s pretty good at this, as expected.
  
 
  She worked cautiously not to pull any strands out. Neither of them spoke much. But it wasn’t awkward. It was… comfortable. Safe.
 
  She started at the center, like he did, and slowly worked her way out. Occasionally, her fingers brushed against his ears or neck, and every time, he felt a little jolt run through his chest uncharacteristically.
 
  Rinne began working into his scalp, massaging it too, like he did. This earned a hard exhale from Houtarou, he liked that she noted his efforts in comforting her and reciprocated them. 
 
  Using the same raking motions he used, Houtarou melted under Rinne’s soft touch and the heat of the hairdryer. He almost dozed off, too. 
 
  She couldn’t see it, but deep down, his heart was full as he flashed a smile, peaceful and content.
 
  Little did he realize that he’d be the one who baked a calm, rosy tint on his cheeks this time.
 
  
    This is really nice. She’s way too good at this.
  
 
  “So Ichinose. How’d you get so good at drying hair?”
 
  He thought for a bit before spelling out. “Seina and I were close friends back then in primary school, she and I would play in the rain sometimes…” 
 
  She looked at him, a mix of suspicion and something else—something she didn’t bother naming.
 
  “She was a little squirmy when we were younger, but it was through her I learned how to do all of this,” he continued.
 
  She tilted her head slightly. “Have you ever dried anyone else’s hair?”
 
  “Nope. Just Seina. And now you.”
 
  There was something about the way he said 
  
    you
  
  —like it meant more than it should’ve.
 
  Like after doing something as simple as drying her hair for her, he felt complete.
 
  It was a good thing she was sitting behind him, she too was blushing up a storm.
 
  Something was eerily satisfying about all this; he enjoyed her company and hoped that she would enjoy his. It felt all oddly routine, despite them never doing this for each other. 
 
  
    I wouldn’t mind if Kudo kept doing this for me.
  
 
  Wait what.
 
  The thought choked up the boy, crippling him even.
 
  Like a house of cards, the thought shook the boy to his core at the sudden recollection.
 
  His hand faltered, just for a second.
 
  What was 
  
    that
  
   supposed to mean?
 
  He wasn’t—he didn’t 
  
    mean
  
   anything by it, right? It was just a thought. A stray one. People had those all the time, right?
 
  He sat up straight immediately. His head almost hit the hairdryer.
 
  “I’m sorry, did I push in too hard, Ichinose?” asked Rinne, flashing a bit of concern.
 
  He had to come up with something quick. “Ahh noo! It…It just, it tickled a bit, that's all. I’m good, you can keep going,” he managed.  
 
  It wasn’t even the hair drying—it was the way she was just… here. In his clothes. In his house. Letting him do something like this without pulling away or teasing him.
 
  And the worst part? It felt natural.
 
  Too natural.
 
  As if he wanted her to keep going, to keep coming over so that they could enjoy more mundane things together.
 
  He couldn’t help but push his hands to his face, unable to face his best friend, for now…
 
  
  

    
      
        
        
          SURPRISE!!!! DOUBLE UPLOAD WHOOOOOHHOOOOOO LETS GET ITTTT!For this chapter, I wanted something smaller but more intimate, so I settled for something like this, I had a lot of fun with it.Me and my significant other were doing something similar to this because I had wanted to try blow drying their hair, I had saw it on some sort of K-Drama so I did it.It was in the middle of me getting my hair dried that I realize, there's potential for a HotaRinne chapter to come out of this and here we are!This one has been sitting in the archives in a while, I wrote this chapter all too quickly, but I had sooooo much fun, however I needed to build more intimacy for this.Henceforth, I made the past 2 or so chapters to flesh their relationship out a bit more and hopefully get them to make it to this level of intimacy ( I hope )As always, and again, I hope everyone has a wonderful day/night!'
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