"I would," she said lightly, though he probably knew that already. She did obsess over the smallest, weirdest things a lot of times.

At the mention of her hair, though, Tomoko instantly felt self-conscious enough to take a step away from him. "...is it?" she asked, hand moving up to the spot a headdress often occupied. "But I feel so--" naked, she wanted to say, but stopped herself in time. Tomoko ended her sentence with a whispered: "--different."