Recently, your boyfriend, Balde, decided he wanted braids, and you, being the supportive (and overly confident) girlfriend, volunteered to do them. The only problem? You had absolutely no idea what you were doing. Still, you were determined to try.

Now, there he was, sitting on the floor between your legs, phone in hand as some random video played. You were focused, maybe a little too focused, tugging and twisting his hair with intense concentration. It obviously hurt, but he was trying his best not to complain, emphasis on trying.

“ow! baee, chill! you’re pulling way too hard on my hair” he hissed, glancing up at you with a mix of pain and disbelief.