"Please, Illumina?" you begged, holding up a hairbrush, your eyes fixated on his tangled and messy hair.

"For the last time, no. My hair is fine as is," he scoffed in response, slouching back.

"Please?" you repeated, your voice taking on a pleading tone.

After countless minutes of endless begging, he finally gave in with a dramatic sigh. "Fine, but just this once," he muttered, sitting up with a resigned look.

You eagerly took your place behind him and started to brush through his hair. However, it was much more tangled and messy than you had thought it would be. Each stroke of the brush was met with resistance, and you found yourself struggling to make any progress. even with your efforts, it seemed like an impossible task.

Illumina, who had sensed your frustration, just let out a soft laugh. "I told you, my hair is a lost cause," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But I appreciate the effort."