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hair day looked very different for you and maki. while maki's might be a nice wash using the fancy deep conditioner she bought on a whim and the occasional trim for her bangs, yours was very different. it was a ritual that needed a day and left your bathroom looking like hurricane katrina hit it. not to mention if you decide to dye it or a touch up on the dye. it was more than maki ever bargained for when she signed up to help you the first time.

thinking it'd be an hour, maybe two thing and it'd be over not knowing that you're hair days were a commitment. not too mention if you're in between hairstyles so you've been doing whatever was quickest throughout the week. now though? maki knew exactly what she was signing up for every two to three weeks depending on the hairstyle. she'd admit it was a bonding experience... in a way?

"ow! that hurts you know?!" you shouted as maki helped you detangle your hair. always insisting that she was always to rough on your hair. "how when i've barely touched your head? you're just tenderheaded." she retorted in her regular monotone voice while detangling in small sections. both of you continuing to bicker of the pressure on your head well into the braiding your hair. however still fitting in your usual complaining and clinginess that she loved about you.

maki's hair was a much less stress inducing experience. her hair didn't need half the maintenance or half the time yours did. usually needed a wash every week except for when she needed her bangs done and a trim for comfort and split ends. maki trusted you completely with a regular trim of the ends, however the bangs were a different story. shorts face framing pieces that she couldn't just scoop back if they got messed up in any way. they were the only part that you argued about while she watched you trim from the mirror and waited till she thought it looked good.

sure maintenance day was a day you both swore tested your patience and relationship, but it wasn't nearly as bad in the end.

The first time you heard him briefly refer to himself as your husband was in your kitchen on an early Thursday morning. You both were joking around about whether you were gonna make breakfast or not when he said it.

"Now is that any way to treat your husband?"

In that same voice he used whenever he expressed joy but still rude enough to be confused for sarcasm. You froze up for the tiniest second to let your mind race before giving him that same laughter you always did and tried to write it off as a joke. He laughed as well but you could tell he was observing, watching and testing your reaction like he was trying to see how receptive you'd be before moving on like nothing. Your tried to shrug it off and play into the idea of it being a joke, but it happened two more times with the month.

Once when it was a Sunday afternoon and you were doing laundry and he stared for a moment before he said it, "Look at you being a good wife." In that same teasing tone like he was testing the boundary and observing your reactions before walking off to whatever room he felt like. While you just stood there for a second trying to process why he kept saying that. The second time was when he came back to in need of medical assistance and like always you gave it to him. Carefully stitching him up in silence while he muttered along about how annoyed he was the entire mission before he looked down at you and said it again. "Always taking good care of your husband, ain't 'ya?" You wanted to freeze again but this time you just wanted an explanation.

"Why?" Plain and simple. A question that needed answering. "What 'cha mean?" He answered. "The husband and wife thing you keep doing. I'm not crazy," you shot back. "Don't know what you mean." He replied. Nonchalant and shrugging on his shirt like he hadn't been acting like you two were married for the past month. You looked at him stunned like you couldn't believe it before turning your head from him. Thinking back on why you even brought it up to the one person who dismissed anything too deep in conversation that wasn't threatening. Pouting a bit at his dismissal of the conversation. "We can talk in the morning." That was all he said before laying down for the night and leaving you with a flicker of hope for clarification.

In the end, there was no conversation. In the morning he went on about the day like and continued to refer to you as his wife and him your husband. Now, you don't even blink twice at the words.

again, feel free to leave any tips or advice you may have so i may improve my writing as i am a little rusty. however, i hope you enjoyed it all the same!!