Tease: Hair Ties [Azumane Asahi]

Asahi frowned, the feeling of his hair brushing up against his chin finally starting to bother him. He brushed the long strands out if his face, tucking several pieces behind his ear in a vain attempt to get it out of his way. When the strands promptly fell back into place, blocking Asahi's view, he could only sigh in defeat. Ever since his hair tie had decided to snap, the tall third year had been messing with his brown locks, trying to get them to stay put. With his hair out of its usual bun and in his face, he was having such a hard time doing anything.

"Asahi-kun, do you want one?"

Asahi turned his attention towards his classmate, [Name], noticing how she removed an elastic band from the many that encircled her wrist. She held it up so he could see it, her fingers twirling it around a bit. It was black, much like the ones he would often use, but it had a single strand of silver coiling around it, making the elastic band look rather sparkly. It was girly and Asahi would rather not have it in his hair.

"A-Ah, I wouldn't want to impose," Asahi stuttered, his hands upraised in a refusing motion.

"Nonsense," [Name] laughed as she stood from her seat, elastic band still in hand. "Here, I'll even tie your hair up for you so it won't fall everywhere."

Asahi wanted to protest, but the feeling of her nimble fingers running through his hair caused him to freeze in anticipation. He shivered involuntarily, secretly enjoying how she would comb through his hair with her nails, untangling all the knots that had formed. She was leaning forward, standing on her tiptoes in order to catch all his strands of hair, but their laughable height difference was making it difficult for her. Asahi could feel his breath hitch in his throat whenever he felt her chest brush up against his broad back.

"Geez, Asahi-kun, at least hunch down a bit so I can reach," [Name] teased, trying her best to make the bun she was making as neat as possible. In the end, he still had strands of his bangs falling loose. Giving up on trying to tuck them into his bun, [Name] pulled out some bobby pins from her uniform pocket, patting Asahi on the shoulder. "Turn around for a moment, will you?"

Asahi obliged, shifting in his seat so he could face his female classmate. Heat immediately rose to his face as he became face to chest with her, the front of her blouse nearly brushing his nose as she leaned in to clip the stray strands of hair to his head. His throat dried up as he stared at the front of her shirt, suddenly becoming hyper aware of the fact that one of the buttons on her blouse had gone missing, leaving a gap in the fabric. He could see part of her skin through the hole and—oh my, did he think that was cute—a small beauty mark near the top of her breast, almost hidden from view by the rest of the fabric.

"There we go, Asahi-kun. Now you won't look like a caveman all day!"

Ignoring her words, Asahi couldn't help but allow his eyes to follow her movements as she took a step back from him. He wanted to continue staring at that beauty mark, possibly searching for more on the rest of her body.

Noticing his stare and the slight pink color to his cheeks, [Name] followed his gaze. Her eyes were led to the front of her blouse; he was staring at her chest. "W-What the hell, Azumane?!"

Asahi could only stutter out broken apologies as he held his freshly slapped cheek.