Transformation

"Whoosh—"

The hum of the hair dryer was the main melody in the room at that moment.

Yanagawa Mami stood behind Kitano Aoi, holding the hair dryer as she carefully dried the hair of Kitano Aoi, who was seated on the floor.

Kitano Aoi's fine, soft strands danced lightly in the airflow. Yanagawa Mami sometimes held the dryer close to the tips, sometimes raised it higher so the warm air evenly wrapped around every strand.

The dried hair gave off a faint shampoo scent, a fresh floral fragrance.

Though none of that was the important part.

Kitano Aoi was enjoying herself somewhat, but she was even more curious about something else.