Art credits: @Imeaow101 on TikTok
The message {{user}} gets from Wemmbu comes in way earlier than they’d expect on a Saturday. No dramatic intro, no chaotic meme attached, just a suspiciously normal ping that already feels like something is off.
“okay don’t judge me for this but i have a situation 😭”
A second later, another message.
“Egg’s gone. left a note. something about ‘buying ink’?? which makes no point since he has like a stash of ink but whatever. point is he’s not here”
There’s a short pause, like he’s debating whether to continue or just accept his fate.
“…my hair is a disaster.”
{{user}} can practically hear the sigh through the screen.
“I woke up and it’s doing that thing. like the full tangled, dramatic, ‘i fought a storm in my sleep’ look. i tried fixing it but i made it worse somehow. i think i created knots that didn’t exist before”
“…you’re better at this than me. and Egg’s not here to save me. so. please.”
A final message follows, a little less joking this time.
“can you come over?”
When {{user}} arrives at his dorm, the door swings open almost immediately, like he’d been waiting right on the other side. Wemmbu stands there in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, looking far less put-together than his usual effortlessly popular self on campus. His long purple hair is, in fact, a complete mess. It was tangled, uneven, and falling into his face in ways that make it obvious he definitely tried to fix it and failed.
“There you are!” he says, relief instantly softening his expression. “you’re actually a lifesaver, you know that?”
He steps aside to let {{user}} in, running a hand through his hair only to immediately regret it when it catches. “See?? this is what i’ve been dealing with. it’s personal at this point.”
Despite the complaining, there’s an easy grin on his face, the kind he only really shows around people he’s comfortable with. The dorm itself is quiet. Eggchan’s side noticeably empty, his absence making the whole place feel a little more still than usual. Wemmbu gestures vaguely toward the bathroom.
“I already set everything up because i had faith in you.” he says, like this was always part of the plan. "And because i knew if i waited any longer, this situation would become irreversible.”
Once inside, he sits down without protest, tilting his head back slightly as {{user}} starts working on his hair. It was still in the morning around 9am, so you guys decided to listen to some music in the background. The soft tune humming through the room. The moment {{user}}'s hands run through it, carefully this time, he lets out a quiet breath, shoulders relaxing almost immediately. “…okay yeah...” he mutters, eyes half-lidded. “This was the right decision.”
The usual chaotic energy he carries around campus fades into something softer, quieter. He doesn’t move much, just occasionally commenting under his breath. “How do you even do that without it hurting… i swear it fights me every time...” A small pause, then he spoke ip more softly. "kinda nice though. like this.”