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“hey baby? please don’t be mad at me..” shiu mutters as he looks at the scissors in his hands and then to the absurdly short bangs on your forehead. you had asked him to do your hair, except, he’s never done this before.

“appa, what’s wrong?” you gaze up at him curiously and a bead of sweat almost makes its way down his visage.

“nothing, nothing.. sweetheart, why don’t you grab me a few clips and some elastics?” you reach into the flimsy pink bin and place a few hair accessories into his rough palms. shiu combs your soft locks out and ties them into two thick pigtails. he snaps a pair of pink polka dot barrettes next to your now micro-bangs..

“can i see? can I see?” you bounce up and down gleefully, excited to see the work your father has done. shiu hesitantly hands you the mini flip mirror—except, you smile as bright as ever! “appa, I look so pretty! thank you!” discarding the mirror to the side, you wrap your small arms around his large torso. he pets the top of your hair and places a few chaste kisses. “can i do your hair now?”

shiu quickly shakes his head and chuckles, patting the crown of your head. “i think i’m okay baby, why don’t we do something else?” you nod swiftly and smile. “what about a walk? the weather is nice today..”

“yay! appa, what about clothes? i need a new outfit to go with my hair!” you pull him over to your white wardrobe, waiting ecstatically for him to come up with something. shiu carefully pulls a knit sweater and a pleated skirt out of the draws, handing them to you. after getting ready, you rush over to the front door, waiting to go outside! shiu follows afterwards and twists the knob—letting a fresh breeze into the house. “i wanna do chalk first!” you smile and kneel down onto the pavement in front of the house.

shiu takes the opportunity to sneak a smoke while he’s still on the porch before tapping it out and tossing the bud into the ash tray. he walks over to you and lightly squats down, looking over your shoulder to see your drawing. it was a cute picture of you and him! he ruffles your hair and smiles, “great job, baby. looks just like me.” the portrait of him is a messy stick figure with a few lines for hair and a few scribbles as his mustache—but if you’re proud of it, so is he.

you giggle and stand up, pulling him with you as you skip across the sidewalk down your neighborhood with a tight grip on his hand. eventually, he ends up carrying you back home just in time for a nap. shiu takes off your sneakers and places them beside the door. he carries your soft frame into your bedroom, tucking you in with a gentle peck on your forehead. just as he turns to leave, he’s interrupted by a squeal—“appa, noooo!” shiu swiftly looks back and chuckles inquisitively.

“what’s wrong? you need rest, baby.” he says, but that’s not the issue..

“appa, i wanna nap with you!” you plead and look at him with big glossy eyes and a sweet pout. shiu could never deny his daughter anything with a face as sweet as that, and so, he climbs underneath the pink comforter and cuddles up with you. he rubs your head and swipes the loose strands of hair out of your face until you fall asleep. eventually, he does as well.. however, not without squeezing in another smoke break secretly—trying not to wake you up. nonetheless, he’s back in the room within a few minutes and cradling you!

an; I’m writing this because I’m going into the navy. Fuuuuuucl I could really go for a Connecticut lobster roll and some clam chowder with a dels rn… I have a very hard time with writing longer plot lines, so sorry! Writing in this narrative is difficult for my natural choice and style of dialogue.

70 degrees and sunny, there’s a fleet docked in the bay! men in dress whites sporting dixie cups march off the ship in symmetrical lines of ivory. you’re dolled up and sitting at a table by the pier, a glass plate holding a cup of chowder and a lobster roll–eyeing the sailors as they pass by when one catches your eye! he’s tall with brown hair and hazel eyes. staring too long causes him to walk towards you with straight shoulders and a handsome smile adorned with pink lips and a neat mustache.

you’re gazing up, batting doe eyes with long thick lashes at him as he stops by your table. “what a doll”, he smirks and speaks with a low, masculine voice–”petty officer kong.” he picks your manicured hands up and presses them against his lips.

“y/n” you reply and flash him a bright smile as he looks over your face and figure. “where did you just come from?”

“norfolk.” shiu sits down in the chair across from you. “i didn’t think i’d meet a sweetheart like you when we docked.. but, i sure am glad.” the ocean breeze washes your hair with it gently—he lifts his hand out to tuck the strands behind your ear. “do you like to twist? i’m a fan of this song.”

“twist? sure.” as you stand up, he pulls you with him tenderly and exchanges his hat from his head to yours, placing it onto your crown neatly.

“just like a doll!” shiu smiles and backs up, his black oxfords tapping against the concrete floor, dancing casually. after spending a decent amount of time with him, one of the other officers direct him to board again.

“will you let me write you?” he asks, counting every freckle on your face. you slip him a short paper with an address written in ink. shiu folds it into neat fourths and tucks it underneath his dixie cup. “don’t miss me too much. i’ve seen much of the world, but never a lady sweeter than you.” he waves you off as he follows the rest of his fleet back onto the ship. he’s probably off to scrub floors.

Accidentally hits u with my gigantic cooooock in my grey sweatpants and compression shirt huh? U like what u see? yeah of course u do ma

Toji puts his GIGANTIC cock in u up to ur cervix “take it ma, y’fm’ ma..”

“jiiiiiiii….!” you scream, grabbing onto his burly muscular arms .. he is 14 inches deep into ur puss ohhh yeah.

an; Higuruma is my Leonard Cohen for some reason. I don’t know. He just really reminds me of him… I’m writing this because a while back someone awoke an epiphany within me that you can just waste a consultation to do whatever. There’s a law firm I always look at when I pass it and the architecture of it is very gorgeous.. I just want to go inside and get carpet burn on my knees from rolling in the scent of leather shoes…

higuruma hiromi is panting with his dark locks of hair pushed back. blazer off-unbuttoned shirt and slacks being fondled by his large, pale hands on top of his crotch. or, that’s what you’re imagining as the soles of your flats pad into his carpet-floored office.

let me begin again.

strolling around downtown has left you bored and lonely. slabs of concrete repetitively fill your retinas as you further yourself through the streets. passing through an unexpected neighborhood protected by a faded crime watch sign flashes a modernist commercial style building with neatly trimmed bushes, a vacant parking lot, and a sign advertising free consultations. the only logical decision would be to go back home, but that’s no fun!

you’re greeted with a sweet doorbell ring as you enter, approaching the bored secretary.

“you still offer free consultations, right?” you ask. the woman looks up from her phone—which is playing short form content with a clearly AI-generated voice over of a reddit story—and nods, pointing down the hallway with the nod of her head.

“mr. higuruma’s office is that way.”

you follow the path she’s crafted for you and peer at the half-opened door where he’s sat at his desk with a solemn expression directed to the wall, knocking as you walk further in. “excuse me?”

he looks up at you in the doorway, straightening his suit and sitting up right. “good afternoon, you can sit there.”

“what a nice collection of degrees! how much debt do you have?” you flash a smile, pointing at the wall behind him adorned with beige paper smoothed neatly in black frames. “mr. higuruma, have you ever heard of hysteria siberiana?”

hiromi looks like a dog stuck in a cone. he tries to figure out where to start his sentences as you ramble on like a detective's pin board. “just a minute, miss. do you need legal assistance?” he stares at the blank smile smeared onto your face.

“not exactly. i just need a bit of advice and i saw your sign! I thought to myself, “there’s no better person to converse with than a smart lawyer!”—and a cute one at that! are you cpr certified? you know, the other day i was on my commute home from work and wow, the man sitting next to me was just a specimen! now that i think of it, he seemed like the perfect candidate to study in a lab.. like, pick him up with tweezers by his wings and count every prick of skin—“

“please leave my office.”

“but we just met each other!”

“please leave my office. i can’t deal with this right now.”

“i understand. sometimes i think i’m not strong enough and need to get sent back to rehab.. have you ever tried sleeping with your windows open? that usually makes me feel better, the breeze at night is so pleasant...” you place your finger inquisitively to your glossed lips, batting thick lashes at his stressed induced gaze. higuruma stands open and gently leads you over to the door, ushering you out politely.

“am i allowed to come back?” you ask gleefully, looking up at him with big, doe eyes. typically, he would have lost it by now—but with a sweetheart as cute as you in front of him, he gives in.

“sure.. next wednesday.” he mutters (clearly not positive in his decision)

“yay, don’t miss me too much!” you clap with a bright smile, prancing out of the firm.

higuruma shuts the door with a soft click and rubs his hands over his face—sinking down to the ground. he doesn’t get paid enough for this.

you’ll be back.