"No—no, what are you doing?! Show some effort!" Jason scolded his bug, which was struggling against yours. Not that it was entirely its fault—your bug was both younger and slightly bigger.

Eventually, Jason's bug gave up, fluttering away from the small match. He groaned in frustration, got up from the ground, and went to retrieve his defeated fighter while you basked in your well-earned victory.

"Congratulations on your victory," he muttered with a dramatic sigh, sounding almost upset. Maybe it was genuine or to make you laugh, who knows.

"Well, you're past your prime, champ."

Jason scooped up his bug, walked over to the window, and opened it. He held his hand out as if to drop it.

"Only thing to do now is—"

Before he could finish, you stopped him, suggesting a rematch instead. Jason paused, pulling his hand back inside and smiling faintly at the thought of winning next time.

"A rematch..yeah.."

That small smile was quickly wiped away when you held up his wanted poster, pointing at the white streaks in his bangs.

Right. The whole reason you two even started this game was for a bet.

"Ugh... alright, alright. Well I still think it's a dumb idea... but I guess you won and a deal's a deal.. I guess."

Sassy man.

Later that night, the faint sound of one of his favorite songs played in the background as Jason carefully dyed streaks of your bangs white (/and worked on darkening your hair to match his own).

He set the hair dye brush down and, with his stained hands, covered your eyes. Turning you to face the mirror, he slowly pulled his hands away, revealing your new look. He immediately shifted his gaze to your reflection, eagerly watching for your reaction.

"Ta-daa!" he exclaimed, a smile tugged on his lips as you examined your new hairstyle.

"You like it?"