Ore No Yubi De Midarero. Crazy Over His Fingers Just The Two Of Us In A Salon After Closing (2025)

She books the last slot of the night for a nail art or haircut. He’s the only stylist who stayed late. During the service, his fingers linger a second too long on her wrist. She gasps. He apologizes—but doesn’t stop. The mirror reflects her flushed face. He leans in and whispers, “Ore no yubi de midarero…”

He pushed off from the counter and walked toward her. The salon chairs were ghostly shapes in the dim light. He stopped inches away, close enough that she could smell his shampoo—something clean and green. He didn’t touch her. He didn’t need to. She books the last slot of the night

She nodded, unable to form words, her eyes glued to his hand as it moved from her chin to trace the outline of her lips. He pressed his thumb against her lower lip, testing the softness, his eyes darkening with desire. She gasps

He stepped closer, her back hitting the edge of a styling chair. She sank into it, and he followed, one hand bracing the armrest, the other still exploring—her wrist, the inside of her elbow, the sensitive skin behind her ear. He played her like an instrument, each touch a different note. A press. A drag. A slow, spiraling caress. He leans in and whispers, “Ore no yubi

: Instead of getting angry, Sousuke reveals his attraction to her, noting that she trembles whenever he touches her.

In that moment, they weren't thinking about the curse or the supernatural; they were just two people, seeking comfort in each other's presence.

The salon was draped in shadows, save for the warm glow of a single spotlight over the washing station. Everyone else had gone home, leaving just the two of us in the quiet sanctuary of the shop. I had stayed late for a "treatment," but as his fingers sank into my hair, it became clear this wasn't a standard appointment.