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"My dearest Hidemi! I have returned with the sacred texts!" Noriko loudly called, swinging open the front door.
She heard her wife's melodious voice from upstairs. "Ah! The bookstore finally had a copy of that yuri manga you were talking about?"
"Indeed! I must begin my literary journey…at once!!"
"Without me?" Hidemi teased. "Come up here, I want to read with you!"
"As you wish, my love!" The itasha painter ran up the stairs into their shared bedroom. Once she stepped in and saw the other woman sitting on the bed, her jaw dropped. "H-Hidemi…"
The dressage rider's hair was cut significantly shorter than before. The last time Noriko had seen her wife, her hair went down to her thighs. Now, it was too short to even brush against her shoulders.
"Do you…not like it?"
The blonde realized the way her lover had almost seemed to deflate, and she rapidly shook her head. "NONONO!! It's not that, I promise! You look absolutely darling!" She sat beside her on the bed.
"I'm glad you think so. I honestly wish I'd done it sooner…" Hidemi placed her hand lovingly on top of Noriko's.
"Really?"
"Really. Gotou always talked about keeping my hair long. He said it was to look nice. I knew it was so they could all pull my hair and hurt me if I ever refused."
"Well, I hope you know I'd never do such a thing as pull your hair like that." The itasha painter held her wife's hand between both of hers.
The dressage rider teasingly raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Y-You know what I mean…only in bed and only with consent!"
"Of course, of course. I just wanted to make you squirm a little. You're just so cute when you get all flustered, my goddess…" Hidemi pulled the other woman's hand to her lips.
Noriko blushed as red as a cherry. "What's wrong with me…I seem to be even more bewitched by your maidenly charms!" She pretended to ponder the situation. "Perhaps…it is your new elegant visage putting a spell on me?" She cupped Hidemi's cheek in her hand.
Now it was the brunette's turn to flush, and she melted into the warmth of her wife's touch. "The more I listen to you, the more I believe I did the right thing in cutting my hair…"
"As you should, beautiful." The blonde sighed dreamily, admiring her dearest devotee as if she had stolen her heart.
But no. In reality, they were both thieves. It just happened that stealing each other's heart was their specialty. And they wouldn't have it any other way.