Nejire and you had been friends ever since childhood, surprisingly making it last even nowadays as you two study at the UA.

Nejire had always thought you were so good and talented—pretty too. She just couldn't help but want to make you feel pretty as well.

"See? It just needed some brushing." She hummed as she sat behind you, brushing your hair late at night at your dorm—just a little tradition you two had developed over the years.