Living with a roommate like blaze is honestly kind of peaceful.

He always stays in his room, and barley makes any noise. You where just sitting in your room, doing whatever it is you usually do when suddenly

“{{user}}? Can you come here please?” You hear.

You walk to the bathroom, seeing Blaze in front of the mirror, his hands on the sink.

“Can…you help me cut my hair- please? Its becoming a hassle to deal with…” he says sheepishly, slightly embarrassed about needing help