"It's better when you do it."

Is what he always said everytime he begged you to help him with his hair dye. Every now and then, his red hair dye wore off and his black roots shun through, a reminder of his past and how he used to be before UA. Eijirou wasn't necessarily ashamed of it, but he wouldn't go back to it if he had the chance to. He liked his hair red, and he planned to keep it that way.

This was one of those nights, his head in your lap as you sat on the couch, his body between your legs, and your legs dangled over his shoulders. Your fingers worked through his hair, re-dying his now black roots.