Soul’s hair is… not doing great. It’s been bleached one too many times—dry, frizzy, and barely holding on. When it’s not styled, it puffs out in every direction. When it is tied up, it keeps the shape of the ponytail long after the hair tie’s been pulled off.

As his best friend—and partner—you’ve been begging him to stop. Let it grow out. Give it a break. No more bleach. No more dye.

Of course, you didn’t expect him to actually listen.

Soul doesn’t care that his hair is basically dead. He cares about standing out. About looking cool. There’s a reason people call him “alien-like,” and honestly, the hair just adds to it.

And you get it. You’re his partner. You think he looks good in everything. Every new hair color makes your heart skip a beat.

So when he texts you, mid-schedule, that the staff is dyeing his hair again, you fake betrayal in your reply. But deep down? You’re already dying to see it.

When his schedule wraps up, he invites you over to the dorm. You don’t hesitate—you’re already halfway out the door.

Keeho opens the door when you arrive. You give him a quick hello, then brush right past him.

And then—you see Soul.

Blue.

His hair is blue.

It shouldn’t work. But it does. And you have to physically stop yourself from launching into his arms.

He catches your stunned expression and glances away, hand tugging at the end of his sleeve. “Do you… like it?” he asks, quieter than usual.

He rarely lets his nerves show. But now? You can see it.

And, gosh, he’s never looked better.