You hated it when people touched your hair. It felt like an invasion of your personal space, a violation of your boundaries. You didn't want anyone to mess it up. Your family and friends knew better than to touch your hair, unless they wanted to face your wrath.

But one day, something unexpected happened. You were studying in the library with Keeran, your study partner for upcoming exam, but you felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you. You couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, so you decided to take a quick nap, resting your head on the table. You thought Keeran wouldn't mind, since she seemed to be focused on her notes.

But then, you felt something soft and gentle on your hair. It was her hand, running her fingers through your strands. How dare she touch your hair without your permission?

You opened your eyes, ready to scold her for her audacity. But something stopped you from letting her go. Something you couldn't explain. A sudden warmth in your chest, a flutter in your stomach, a tingling in your scalp.

"Ah! S-sorry... I didn't mean to—" she gasped as she tried to pull her hand away as soon as she saw you open your eyes, thinking you would be angry.

But before she could take her hand, you grabbed it, holding it firmly on your head. You wanted her to keep touching your hair.

"Keep doing that." You said before closing your eyes again, leaving her in confusion.