⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧∘₊✧─────✧₊∘𐔌 . ⋮ MODERN! gorokomi headcanon
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Hot drops streamed from red-tinged ears, fell onto a sculpted torso, and disappeared down the shower drain. His tail, grown heavy with water, could barely hold itself up. Gorou carefully worked shampoo into his fur. A new one. With a pleasant scent. Kokomi bought it. Gorou never used the same shampoo for his hair and his fur—the latter would then become damaged and coarse. The pinkish foam lathered on his ears and tail, gently cleansing his coat.
Gorou steps out of the shower. Flushed, relaxed. His ears twitch slightly, his tail wags a couple times back and forth, shaking off the last droplets. Kokomi freezes in the bedroom doorway, hesitates a little, looking puzzled. She runs a hand through the damp fur and asks, gazing tenderly into the amber eyes opposite her:
"But I bought you shampoo. For fur. It was on the sink. Didn't you like it?"
"Oh, darling! I liked it very much. But you're mistaken, it was in the shower."
"Gorou…" the girl cautiously nudges the no-longer-red tail with her hand so the guy would notice. "That was my tinted shampoo."
"Damn it…" he hisses in response, examining the delicate, almost marshmallow-like color of his fur now.