"can you pick up some hairspray? please?"

You received that text at 5:32 in the morning from none other than your friend Josuke. Reluctantly, you picked up some hairspray and drove over to his house.

His mother usually went to work by now. You let yourself in and called out. When nobody answered, you went upstairs and knocked on his door.

It swung open. His hair was a complete mess, all down and everything. He looked very irritated.

"Not another word."