“Tch,” he scoffed then threw the headband across the counter. “How annoying…”

“What is it…?” You stumbled into his kitchen, still drowsy and rubbing your eyes.

“That shit- ugh,” he took a deep breath to force his tense muscles to relax again, then sat down at the kitchen island and took his cup of coffee in both hands. The warmth soothed him.

“The elastic broke. Again,” he grumbled.

You chuckle softly, then take one of your from your wrist and stand behind him. “Maybe we should try another hairstyle on you?”

He scoffs again, “No thanks, too much of a hassle.”

While he’s still this moody, you gently collect his hair up in a half way up pony tail. The short hairs fall out, the long hairs get secured with the elastic.

“There you go,” you grin at him as he looks at you over his shoulder. “Much better.”