Kenma’s hair had grown out, meaning he needed it fixed up. Normally, he would have someone do it professionally, since he had no clue how to do it.

But when he brought up having to get it re-done, you offered to do it for him. He agreed to it, as he trusted you, and knew he would get to stay at home playing games while you did it. He didn’t necessarily like strangers touching his hair, either.

Now here you are, he came to your house. He’s sitting at the stool in front of the bathroom mirror, holding his game console as you stand behind him with the bleach and other materials needed.