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Hair Un-straightener

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Laying hands on Chuuya’s shoulders Dazai began to shake her wildly, “This is serious Chuuya! Without my straight hair my double suicide chances drop by like-“ Dazai paused for a second, as if she was doing the math in her head, “fifty percent!” She screeched, dropping her hands from Chuuya’s shoulders.

Chuuya only rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Thank fuck.”

Or: Fem skk 17 au where Dazai loses her hair straightener.

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Dazai is never one to panic. 

 

She's mastered the art of being calm and collected since birth, there has never been a moment recorded in history where she was even remotely close to panicking. 

 

Until now. 

 

“Where are they!” Dazai whispers as she searches Chuuya’s bathroom, trashing it in the process. 

 

She opens drawers, dismantles cabinets, and even checks behind the mirror. 

 

Yet still, there’s not a single sight of what she’s looking for. 

 

Just where in the hell are her straighteners?! 

 

Dazai’s hair has been tangled and madden since birth, it curls in the weirdest places and just won’t sit down for anything in the world. In short, it’s messy and hard to take care of. 

 

She hated it when she was younger, not only was it extremely unattractive it also had the gall to be difficult when she finally did try to style it. 

 

That’s when Dazai, at the ripe age of fourteen decided to start straightening her hair. 

 

Not only did it make her look better, it also was easier to take care of. 

 

She loved how her hair looked straightened. 

 

She still does to this day.

 

So when her hair eventually started to dry and die out from all the straightening, Dazai couldn’t bring herself to care. 

 

It was easy and that was all she cared about. 

 

But now her straighteners were nowhere to be found. 

 

And she was panicking. 

 

Bringing a hand up to her curls, Dazai rustled them, wrapping each of her fingers in a maddened curl. 

 

“I can’dh find my htraighdeners!” Dazai whined, lisp kicking in due to her fast speech and braces. 

 

Chuuya, who's been sitting outside of the bathroom door waiting for Dazai to get done, groaned loudly. 

 

“Stop yelling!” Chuuya scowled as she opened the bathroom door. 

 

Now standing in the doorway, Chuuya put her hands on her hips while giving Dazai a quick look over. 

 

Chuuya, frankly thinks Dazai looks the same as always,(breathtakingly beautiful)nothing about her has changed as far as she could tell. 

 

Dazai on the other hand was getting nervous from Chuuya’s constant stare.

 

Did she look weird? Chuuya never sees her without her hair straightened as she always does it early in the morning or at night before going to sleep. 

 

Laying hands on Chuuya’s shoulders Dazai began to shake her wildly, “This is serious Chuuya! Without my straight hair my double suicide chances drop by like-“ Dazai paused for a second, as if she was doing the math in her head, “fifty percent!” She screeched, dropping her hands from Chuuya’s shoulders. 

 

Chuuya only rolled her eyes and groaned. 

 

Really Chuuya didn’t get it, Dazai always looked nice in her opinion, the curls made her eyes stick out, framed her face perfectly, and made her practically glow.

 

Chuuya couldn’t help but think about how nice it’d feel to drag her fingers through such beautiful curls. 

 

“Thank fuck.” Chuuya was actually quite grateful that the straighteners ended up going missing. 

 

Dazai only pouted at the reply, Chuuya really didn't get it at all with her stupidly pretty pin-straight hair that was the prettiest shade of orange-brown Dazai had ever seen. 

 

Stupid Chuuya with her stupidly pretty hair and her stupidly pretty face and her stupidly big boobs. 

 

Dazai wished she had hair like Chuuya’s. It'd flow in the wind without getting all tangled up, it’d be easy to brush and she could comb her fingers through her hair without any trouble.

 

She couldn’t help but sigh dreamily at the thought. 

 

While Dazai was busy daydreaming, Chuuya couldn’t help but stare at Dazai.  

 

God she was so going to regret saying this. 

 

“I mean, I think your natural hair is pretty. It really suits you…” despite her best judgment, Chuuya couldn’t help but blush a bright pink at her actions. 

 

Dazai popped out of her daydreaming state almost immediately, she could feel her cheeks heating a bit as she took a glance at Chuuya whose face was dusted a light pink. 

 

Her hair? Pretty? 

 

Dazai had never heard anything so preposterous in her life. 

 

Yet, she couldn’t help her heart from beating wildly in her chest, she couldn’t even help her face from heating up more and more by the minute. 

 

Damnit.

 

Silence passed through the bathroom for a second too long, and Dazai’s face was practically scorching by now. 

 

She could not let Chuuya see her like this. 

 

So, she whipped her face the opposite way, covering her face with her hand, her long nails that were painted black and chipped dug into her skin. Dazai ducked her head down. Trying her best to stifle the squeal that had begun to crawl up her throat. 

 

God, just how was Chuuya so damn charming? 

 

“…Dazai?” Chuuya questioned when she decided the silence had gone on for too long. it was starting to get awkward. Tapping Dazai on the shoulder Chuuya spoke again. “We’ve gotta go, can’t be late, boss's orders.” 

 

Dazai still stood with a hand on her face looking the other way. 

 

The silence from Dazai was really starting to tick Chuuya off. (And make her nervous at the same time, did she say the wrong thing? Curse her big fat mouth damnit.)

 

“Damnit Dazai-!” Just as Chuuya reached for her shoulder to turn her around with the force of an ox, Dazai snapped her head around, startling Chuuya. 

 

“Alright, Chuuya! Time to go, we can’t be late ya’know!” Dazai squeaked out, rushing out of the bathroom. 

 

…

 

The hell was that? 

 

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Breathing labored, Dazai finally made it outside to Chuuya’s car. 

 

Her face was hotter than ever before, she was afraid she had caught a cold somewhere. 

 

Dazai ducked her head down for the second time as she heard footsteps coming towards her. 

 

She fanned her face with favor, hoping it would whisk away all signs of heat. 

 

Taking a piece of her hair in her hand, Dazai stared at it long and hard.

 

It was curly and maddened.

 

She hadn't even gotten a chance to brush it out. 

 

“I think your natural hair is pretty”  

 

Dazai's cheeks flushed a bit as she let a smile grace her face. 

 

Pretty… 

 

Dazai guesses she can live with her curly hair just a bit longer.

Notes:

Fic inspired by TikToker @chericheribanana

Very sweet and nice fem skk! You guys seriously do not know how much I just love fem skk and like big boobed Chuuya it makes me wanna scream LIKE MY GOD!! Also if anyone has any request on fic ideas make sure to tell me in the comments.

Kudos are appreciated!