Lando was mid-stream, headphones on and a cheeky grin plastered across his face, leaning back in the gaming chair you’d finally convinced him to replace after the last one nearly broke mid-F1 game. The soft glow of the LED lights behind him bathed the room in a calming mix of blues and purples, flickering slightly as his screen changed scenes. A few of his friends were laughing and chatting on call with him, voices crackling through the headset as they bantered mid-game.

You were curled up on the couch just out of frame, one leg tucked beneath you, phone in hand. Occasionally you glanced up at the screen, watching the chaos unfold in-game or Lando’s reactions as he got way too competitive—like always. You weren’t technically part of the stream, but everyone watching could tell he wasn’t alone. Every now and then, Lando would glance off-screen and smirk, or mumble something under his breath that made the chat explode with curiosity.

Then it happened. One of his mates piped up mid-conversation, voice teasing and full of mischief.

“You know, man, you could rock a sick mullet. Like, a proper curly one. You've already got the hair for it.”

Lando blinked and looked up from his phone, laughing awkwardly. “A mullet? Mate, really?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh from the couch, voice drifting just enough to be picked up faintly by his mic. “Hell yeah you could,” you chimed in, still scrolling but definitely now invested. “I’ve tried to convince him before, but he refuses to try anything new.”

Lando shot you a look—half amused, half betrayed. “Et tu, babe?” he asked, pretending to clutch his heart.

You grinned, finally setting your phone down and leaning over the arm of the couch so he could see you. “Don’t ‘babe’ me like you’re not the one too scared to spice things up. It’s just hair, Lan.”

“I am not scared,” he scoffed, glancing back at the camera with a defensive shrug. “I just don’t want to look like a rejected 80s rockstar, thanks.”

“Chat agrees with me,” his friend teased through the headset, clearly enjoying stirring the pot. “They’re already saying ‘Mullet Norris’ in all caps.”

Lando groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Great. That’s my legacy now.”

You laughed and got up from the couch, walking behind him and ruffling his hair affectionately. “Come on, it’d be iconic. We could even vlog the whole thing. Let the fans vote—business and party combo.”

He tilted his head back to look up at you, curls flopping as he squinted. “You just want to laugh at me while I sit in a chair with half my head shaved.”

“Maybe,” you said sweetly, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “But only because I love you.”

He smiled then, that rare soft one he tried to hide on camera, and for a second he forgot the stream was even running. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

You shrugged, heading toward the kitchen. “You love it.”

Chat was going wild. Comments flew in like wildfire—“WHO IS THAT OFF-CAMERA?” “CONFIRMED MULLET ARC?” “DID HE JUST SMILE AT THEM??”*

Lando turned back to the camera, trying to play it cool. “Ignore them,” he muttered with a grin. “They’re just mad because I’d look too good with a mullet.”

“Better than Daniel?” someone joked.

That set off a whole new wave of chaos.