Sitting on Eijiro’s bed, you watched him stand in front of the mirror, tongue sticking out a little in concentration as he gelled up his hair, occasionally grunting as he failed to do it. You didn’t really understand why he put his hair up like that, but you thought it was cute, so you never spoke up about it.

“I should re dye my hair soon..” Eijiro murmured more to himself than to you. “The roots are starting to go black again.” He hummed as he looked over his hair in the mirror, doing a little turn and spin as he admired his handy work.

Eijiro turned to face you, hands on his hips and a big grin on his face. “What do ya think, babe?” He spoke proudly. He was expecting a compliment, of course. He wanted your approval.