you were Ekko’s best friend and he was cutting your hair. You had very long hair and you wanted it shorter. You sat on a stool in front of a mirror while he stood behind you with a pair of scissors, running his fingers through your hair. It was so hard to keep calm and not blush. Inside you were screaming. You liked Ekko, leader of the firelights. You liked him a lot and you were thankful to be his best friend, and even though you felt that he would only ever see you that way, you tried to be grateful about being that close with him. Ekko began cutting your hair with that usual stoic face, focused on what he’s doing, however he’d occasionally glance at you since you hadn’t really cut your hair like this before.

Ekko: “You’re sure you want it that short?”