Actually, the Hungry Gyaru Who Eats a Lot Was Being Cheated On, so I Decided to Win Her Heart (And Stomach) From Her Jerk Boyfriend - 48

Chapter 48: Being Toyed Around by the Hungry Gyaru and My Mom

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“Shizuku-chan, you’re really good with the hair iron.”

“Yeah. I curl my own hair all the time after all, so I’ve had plenty of practice. But this is my first time working on a guy’s hair. It feels kind of refreshing!”

Shizuku replied cheerfully as she switched the hair iron off. After dampening my hair and drying my hair with a blow dryer, she started styling my hair. She used the hair iron to straighten the stubborn frizz. She basically had full reign of the straightening iron. I hadn’t seen my face in the mirror yet, so while I had no idea what my hair looked like now, but judging from the satisfied expressions on both Mom and Shizuku’s faces, it seemed the result was quite satisfactory. 

Wait… I’m her first? So that means Yamachi never let Shizuku style his hair even once…

That random thought crossed my mind. 

Then again, it was pretty rare for someone to get their hair styled by someone of the opposite sex. Especially for someone like Yamachi, who looked like he was more than capable of styling his own hair. People like him were even less inclined to let others do it for them.

…But… What is this feeling? I’m feeling oddly relieved? And a little giddy?

There was this strange, ticklish sensation sprouting within me. I just couldn’t put these feelings into words somehow. I kept mulling over my thoughts and yet, I was still unable to understand what these feelings were.

Then, Mom opened the lid of Dad’s hair wax and said. 

“Alright. It’s my turn now.”

“Please do!”

With a cheerful smile, Mom scooped out a bit of the hair wax and spread it thinly across her palms. Then, she started working on my hair with practiced ease. 

“Hmmm… Gakkun’s hair is a bit stiff, just like Kuuga-san’s. But each strand of his hair is stick and you have plenty of it. I guess you won’t have anything to worry about in the future.”

“Mom, can you not start worrying about me going bald? I’m still a high school student, you know?”

“It’s never too early to be cautious. Just because you’re young doesn’t mean you can afford to slack off. Even Kuuga-san too. He’s been dyeing and perming his hair ever since he was young, but he’s always taking great care of his hair. Skincare is important, but haircare is important too.”

“…But I don’t have any plan on dyeing my hair or getting a perm though.”

“But still. I mean, Gakkun, you’re already reaching that age now. Shouldn’t you start paying a little more attention to your appearance even though you’re a boy?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure.”

Ignoring Mom’s lecture, I let her toy with my hair however she liked for several minutes. She kept fixing my hair here and there and when she was finally satisfied with her work, she finished it off by setting everything in place with hairspray.

“Alright. It’s done. Gakkun, go take a look at yourself.”

“…Okay.”

Standing up, I headed to the bathroom. Upon looking at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t stop myself from muttering out loud.

“You two really went all out, huh…”

Equipped with a hair iron and wax, they had swept my bangs to the side neatly, fully revealing my eyes, which were usually hidden by the bangs. My sharp, almond-shaped eyes that I inherited from my mom were now fully visible, significantly reducing the dull impression they had mentioned earlier. On top of that, the textured styling added a significant volume, giving a sense of depth to my black hair. The look they had created gave me a both refreshing and masculine vibe. 

“I see… So just changing your hairstyle can make a big difference in your overall vibe, huh…”

I muttered to myself, not expecting anyone to hear. But then—

“Of course. Styling your hair is just another form of makeup.”

“Whoa!? You scared me…!”

Without me realizing it, Mom had appeared behind me. Sure, I had left the door open, but I hadn’t noticed her presence at all.

“I’m here to wash my hands since I still have some wax left on my hands.”

She said while walking over to the sink. Then, she glanced back at me, smiling softly. 

“…What?”

“No, I was just thinking… Wow, as expected of me and Kuuga-san’s son. Just by styling you up a bit, you actually look really handsome. Good grief, you really need to take care of your appearance more often.”

“Yeah, no thanks. It’s too troublesome.”

I couldn’t use a hair iron or a wax anyway and honestly? I didn’t see any reason why I had to go through the trouble of styling my hair every day. 

At my curt reply, Mom only shrugged her shoulders and chuckled softly. 

“Alright, go show off yourself to Shizuku-chan again. Also, don’t forget to thank her for styling your hair.”

“I know.”

I gestured with one hand to show I had been listening to her before making my way back to the living room. As soon as I stepped into the living room, Shizuku turned her gaze toward me and her eyes widened in stunned silence.

“…Shizuku?”

I called out to her, but there was no response. She just stared blankly at me, as if she was in a daze.

Seriously, what’s going on here?

Confused, I walked over to Shizuku and leaned my body over her a bit and then, I called out to her again. 

“Shizuku, are you alr—”

“STOP! Suou-kun! Stop right there!!”

Suddenly, Shizuku snapped back to her senses. Flustered, she shouted at me and leaned her body back a bit while thrusting both hands out in front of her. 

“Sorry, I was just lost in thought for a moment! I’m fine! I’m totally fine, I swear…!”

“…If you say so.”

Pulling back from her, I smiled at Shizuku. 

“Anyway, thanks for helping me style my hair.”

“…It’s okay. It’s really not a big deal.”

She muttered as she turned her face away from me. Her odd reaction left me wondering, but before I could ask her, my older sister and Ichika had returned home. I gave Shizuku a light pat on the head and went to welcome them back.

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