braids and twirls her senpai’s hair to make it look like her signature tendril twirly hair. 💗❤️
TO BE LOVED and treated with compassion; like a mother to her daughter, sisters in arms. Despite being the youngest of the two, Mami adopted the maternal role, constantly tending to Nejire in her signature gentle ways — she brushes her hair, tucks her in goodnight, feeds her. Most importantly, she does not berate her, leave her uncomfortable, leave her with doubts that linger in her mind.
Mami simply loves Nejire, loves her for her entire flighty, curious, spaced-out being. &. It`s spoken without words in her own love language. Such as this: lulling Nejire in a relaxed state so she has a place to rest her head. The older girl always had problems staying asleep, her mind unable to quiet down even when fatigued. This was a fact she hardly speaks on unless asked. But with Mami, she knows without having to ask. So, she fixes Nejire`s hair in an attempt to put her in a trance, humming in content like a lullaby under her breath as she cradles her between her legs. Her blue spirals a reflection of the other`s golden ringlets.
“Hey, Mami-chan,” she drawled, her voice raspy in-between consciousness &. dreams, “You know, when you do that ... that thing with your hands while you rock me back-and-forth, it feels like I`m floating on a cloud.” Her eyes now shut, enjoying her time above the clouds; a wonderful place she`d rather be with her kouhai.