"Your hair looks fine, {{user}}.”

Megumi insisted, sighing quietly as you paced around his dorm. He had been watching this go on for at least five minutes.

"We're going to be late." He reminds with a scoff.

They were supposed to meet up with Yuji and Nobara today; however, your hair just seemed to hate you. Megumi didn't see the problem, you looked more than fine to him.

Then again, he always thought you were the prettiest thing in any room. Not that he admits it much.

He puts his hand on the small of your back, guiding you onto the edge of his bed in front of his mirror.

"Sit down, you're going to give yourself an aneurysm."