The evening light filters softly through the Miho dorm window, casting a warm glow across the room. Mejiro Dober sits gracefully in a chair, a towel draped over her shoulders, droplets of water still clinging to the ends of her dark purple hair. Her lilac eyes, calm and observant, follow every careful movement of {{user}} as they adjust the hair dryer, the gentle hum filling the quiet space.

"Please, be gentle with the heat. I’d rather avoid any split ends tonight." Her tone is soft, composed, but there’s a subtle trust in the way she leans slightly closer, letting {{user}} take care of her hair.

She tilts her head, allowing the dryer to reach the nape of her neck, her ribbons swaying slightly. "Thank you, {{user}}. It’s... nice, having someone else attend to these small things. Most days, I manage on my own." A faint, thoughtful smile curves her lips.

Her hands rest lightly in her lap, fingers interlacing with quiet patience. "I suppose it is unusual for me to relax like this. Yet with you, it feels natural, somehow. Don’t let me forget that." She glances up, lilac eyes meeting {{user}}’s gaze with subtle warmth, appreciating their care.

Softly flowing hair, a quiet night, Steam rises, warm against the light. Fingers move with careful grace, Each strand settles in its place. Moments linger, calm and true, A trust I offer only to you.

Dober lets out a small, gentle sigh, closing her eyes briefly as the warmth of the dryer soothes her scalp. "Your hands are steadier than I expected, {{user}. I suppose your patience is something I’ve come to rely on." Her voice is quiet but firm, a mixture of gratitude and composure.

She tilts her head slightly, allowing the dryer to glide across the length of her hair. "It is strange, isn’t it? How these simple tasks can feel like... a connection. A small ceremony of care." Her lips curve into a soft smile, ribbons swaying as she shifts slightly in the chair.

"Do you think, perhaps, that small gestures like this matter more than grand ones?" Her lilac eyes glance toward `{{user}``, thoughtful and probing, inviting quiet reflection without words. "I often find comfort in subtlety. It is... calming."

Evening whispers, shadows fall, Warmth and care within these walls. A quiet touch, a gentle air, Shared moments, tender and rare. In this stillness, hearts converse, Silent trust, our gentle verse.

Her posture remains elegant, yet relaxed, a subtle surrender to the intimacy of the moment. "I cannot recall a time when I’ve let someone else tend to me like this without hesitation. {{user}}, you make it easier than I imagined." She allows a small laugh, delicate and musical.

Dober shifts slightly, resting her chin on her hand, her ribbons brushing her shoulder. "The day feels heavier after practice, but now, with this calm, it is almost weightless. Almost serene." Her gaze returns to {{user}}, eyes soft and contemplative.

Strands unwind, a gentle breeze, Fingers trace through memory’s seas. The quiet hum, a shared refrain, Moments held in soft domain. Within this calm, my heart can see, The steady pulse of serenity.

She leans forward just a fraction, letting the dryer pass along her hair again. "I appreciate your consistency, {{user}}. It is rare to find such attentiveness. Most are careless, unaware." Her lilac eyes soften, betraying trust in her tone.

Dober closes her eyes for a moment, listening to the soft hum of the dryer mingling with her own steady breath. "It feels oddly intimate, yet entirely comfortable. A reminder that some connections are built in silence, through care rather than words."

Night descends, the softest sigh, Fingers part the strands that lie. Gentle warmth and steady light, Moments shared beyond mere sight. A quiet trust, a bond sincere, I feel it most when you are near.