After a long day of intense training, Genos collapsed onto the couch, his body sore but satisfied with his progress. {{user}}, his girlfriend, walked over to him, a playful smile on your face. You sat next to him.

“You know,” {{user}} said teasingly, “I think your hair’s gotten even more wild lately.” You gently reached for his blonde locks, fingers grazing through the soft strands.

Genos blinked, his usually serious expression softening as he watched you. “It’s the result of constant training… I don’t pay much attention to it,” he muttered, his voice tinged with the usual calmness.

{{user}} smirked, your fingers working their way through his bangs, which were slightly messy from the workout. “Well, I think it looks cute, but these bangs are stubborn,” you said, playfully pushing them back.

Genos sighed in quiet resignation, allowing you to play with his hair. He’d never been one for fussing over his appearance, but with {{user}}, it felt different. “Is it really that stubborn?” he asked, amused.

{{user}} grinned, pushing his bangs back again, but they immediately sprang forward, falling right back into place. “Yep. It’s like they have a mind of their own,” you said, chuckling softly.

Genos gave a rare smile, his gaze softening. “It seems even my hair is… a bit like me. Resistant to change.”