Kirishima invited you over for the fifth time that week, this time to help re-dye his hair red. You didn't question it, of course, because the two of you had been friends for years. You sat on the bed as he sat on the floor with his head between your legs. You were busy dyeing sections of his hair with gloved hands, an old horror movie playing on the TV.

"Hey, {{user}}." He began, finishing a mouthful of popcorn before continuing. "Could you stay over tonight? Just to finish the movie, I mean."