You had silver hair in the manga, so it feels a little odd that your hair is black, but I think you look great like this too, Fellow Stalking Horse.
And well, to begin with nobody in Japan, or rather, nobody on earth actually grows silver hair. I think you’d look good if you dyed it silver too, but you definitely wouldn’t, would you.
You know, it really was cool seeing the manga cover with black-haired Emperor and the silver-haired President flanking the heroine.
But anyway, I’m your ally, Fellow Stalking Horse. I’ll watch over you, so feel free to head straight down your stalking horse highway!
“Reika-sama? Is something the matter?”
“No, nothing of the sort.”
Everybody watched me with strange expressions. No good, no good.
I smiled and pretended nothing happened.
*妹*
*妹*
Fellow Stalking Horse’s warning was of no use because Tsuruhana-san and co. were indulging in Kaburagi appreciation as usual.
And their hostility towards us became more and more obvious.
Just recently, Tsuruhana-san finally knocked into me on purpose.
“My, I’m so sorry, Kisshouin-san. Are you okayy?”
“…Yes.”
“You’re not very athletic and you’re slow too, so you really need to take more care of yourself.”
TWITCH.
Tsuruhana-san and a few girls were snickering, but the other girls around realised things were bad and exchanged a look.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing to Reika-sama!”
“It was an accident, I said. You’re so annoying.”
“Whatt did you sayy!”
Oh crap, it’s turning into an issue. I stopped them in a panic.
It looks like Serika-chan and the others are close to their limit.
I guess I can’t hold on for much longer…
*妹*
*妹*
Today I went to my favourite hair salon.
Phew, I can finally relax. At Okaasama’s orders, I had the usual. Treatment for my hair, and a trim for its ends too.
I elegantly enjoyed the herb tea they brought out.
“Ah-, this is…”
The beautician was fiddling with my hair when her eyes went wide.
Mn? What’s wrong?
“Reika-sama, you have a white hair back here.”
EEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
“W-, White hair!?”
“Yes. It’s the middle so it isn’t very noticeable though. See?”
It felt like my heart would stop from the shock.
In the opposite mirror, there certainly was some white hair on the back of my head.
Speaking of which, lately the back of my head has been feeling a little funny. I thought that perhaps a spirit was possessing me, but that was me growing white hair?
It’s the stress. I grew white hair because of stress. Didn’t that happen to the Rococo Queen as well!
A maiden in her third year of middle school with white hair…
“It’s okay, Reika-sama. It’ll go back to normal in no time. It wouldn’t be good to pluck it, so I’ll snip it at the base. And let’s give you a head spa too. It’s not too good to be too tense.”
“…Please.”
I walked unsteadily over to the shampoo stand.
I’m done. At this rate, my whole head will turn white.
Trading the silver-haired President for the white-haired Queen…
I resolved myself and made my decision.