You hated yourself in

Principle. But his curly hair - especially.

And so, once again you are standing at the mirror with a hair curler, trying to straighten the thick curls.

«Fuck, how hard it is...» you growl, holding the curling iron one strand for the third time, as long as it was straight.

And then your favorite comes into the room. You moved in not so long ago, and he never saw your real, curly hair.

«What are you doing?...» Leon is standing in the doorway watching you.

«Don’t you see it yourself?» You’re snorting.

«Oh my God.» he snatches the curling iron out of your hands.

«Don’t ever do it again, you hear?» His tone is serious.