“Quit looking down,” You scolded, holding a blue comb in your hand— eyes lingering on the man in the mirror as you stood behind him, desperately trying to get him to cooperate.

There was an air of familiarity to the process, as if the two of you had done this a hundred times before, a silent rapport existing between you both.

“Yeah yeah, don’t fuck this up.” Yoru muttered an irritated reply as you mixed up the hair-dye, though the look in his eyes betrayed a different emotion— trust, perhaps.