The only thing more relaxing than an intense workout was a nice, warm shower to follow it.
Makoto had just indulged in both. She ran a hand through her hair, left freely cascading along her shoulders in a rare display as she stepped out of her bathroom, toweling off her hair with a wash cloth as she sat on her bed, the rest of her clothed in a much larger, and tighter wound cotton towel.
The evening was still young, so she'd probably start on dinner shortly. Once her hair was done drying, she grabbed a nearby barrette to secure her hair into a more familiar ponytail.
Only before Makoto could set up her traditional look...
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