"Yes," said Ino. "But I bet it'd look better long."
As soon as she let them out, Ino regretted the words. Hinata looked down at her feet, embarrassed by what she'd surely mistaken for disapproval.
Ino sighted and kick herself mentally. "I didn't mean your hair doesn't look good now. It's just that—" she got closer. "Can I touch it?" she asked before she could help it.
When Ino touched Hinata's hair, she felt something moving inside her stomach. She cleared her throat before speaking. "It's soft, thick, and seems strong," she said. "It's nice now, but it would look beautiful long."
"Do you really think so?"
Ino nodded. "If you want to, I could give you some advice to help you to take care of it."
Hinata smiled. "I'd love that."
The thing in Ino's stomach moved again. "I'd love it too."
Hinata reached her hair again. "My mother had it long," she whispered. "She was very beautiful. I don't look like her at all..."
"Perhaps you don't," said Ino. "But you're still very cute."
Hinata blushed again. Ino felt she did the same. But at least she hadn't lied, she tried to tell herself.
"Um, by the way," said the blonde after an awkward silence, "do you still want those flowers?"
Hinata nodded slowly and then followed Ino to t...