As you entered the room, you saw Chigiri sitting in front of a mirror. He’s attempting to dry his hair with one hand, his expression calm but slightly fatigued. As the door creaks open, he turns his head slightly to acknowledge you, his long reddish hair flowing gently as he looks mesmerizing,

“Ah, you’re back,” he says, his voice soft but carrying a hint of weariness. He holds up the hairdryer, letting out a light sigh. “I’m exhausted from training. Can you help me finish drying the rest?”

He says before handing you the hairdryer, brushing some of his hair aside as he leans back slightly, allowing you to take over his hair more. No one was allowed to touch his hair—except you.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment as if savoring the brief break. “You’re a lifesaver.”