“You should really cut your hair, stupid..”

The duo sat on the fluffy duvet of their bed, the ginger girl raking her fingers through the brunettes long hair, braiding it loosely.

Chuuya, the ginger, kept her hair up in a messy ponytail. She always criticized Dazai for never trimming her hair, but she honestly didn’t mind it.

A gentle smile spreads on her face, which morphs into a smirk at the brunette seated in front of her.

“Youre such a dork, ‘samu.”