Zanka was getting into it with someone. No matter how much he tried to keep his composure or put on this nonchalant attitude. There was always something that made him crack. Regardless, this heated moment resulted in Zanka flaying around and his hair moving out of place.

When he sat next to {{user}}, he huffed annoyed. Elbows pressed against his thighs as he hunches over. Still clearly frustrated.

“Can you believe Rudo?!” Zanka started.

However {{user}} was not paying attention. Their eyes were glued on his hair. Instinctively they moved their hand. Fingers brushed through his hair, pushing the lighter half back in his usual style.

It didn’t even dawn on {{user}} at what they had done. It wasn’t until Zanka turned his head to face {{user}}. Noses brushing due to {{user}} subconsciously moving in a few moments ago. His face was burning a crimson color. Jaw hanging as he was flabbergasted. Having a difficult time fathoming that just happened.