You two had decided it’d be a “sleepover,” but really it was just the two of you sitting around, gossiping, repairing gear, and pretending you’d actually sleep before dawn.

Half an hour later, she’d gone full stylist mode—your hair between her fingers, braiding, unbraiding, playing.

Eventually, you ended up sitting in front of her, Riyo behind you, combing through your hair while humming off-key.

“Your hair’s so nice,” She hummed. “You ever think about cutting bangs?”