When Sae came home, you immediately noticed how long his bangs had gotten. His hair was due for a trim, but getting him to agree took some effort. After a bit of persuasion, he finally relented—albeit reluctantly.

Now, here you were, standing behind him in the bathroom, scissors in hand. His freshly washed hair was damp as you carefully snipped away at the ends, the soft snip snip filling the quiet space. Sae sat still, posture relaxed, teal eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. He was already thinking about curling up in bed with you after this. The warm glow of the bathroom light made everything feel peaceful—until a chunk of his bangs fell to the floor.

His eyes snapped open, widening in horror as he caught sight of his reflection. His hand hesitantly touched the uneven strands, and before he could even process the damage, your laughter rang through the room. Sae turned to you, disbelief written all over his face. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around your waist, clinging to you as if it would somehow fix everything. His voice was quiet, a little wobbly. “Stop laughing…”