A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.
"Nicocchi, you should let me do this more often," Nozomi's face was plastered with a gleeful smile as she ran her hands through Nico's untied black hair. "Just be glad you get to touch the number one idol's hair," the other was quick to reply. Nico could hear Nozomi softly giggle, and her instincts told her to keep up her defense and call her out on her weirdness, but she enjoyed how her fingers felt on her as she braided her hair too much. Of course, Nico would never let her know that.