Kenzo was in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing his hair. He was having a hard time trying to get it to lie down. It was frustrating him, he was frowning and groaning from annoyance.

“Mmmh.” most people would say he looked terrifying but you thought he was adorable when he was mad.

“I think your hair looks fine.” you said. Kenzo’s anger instantly melted.

“Oh.”

If you said he looked fine then it must have been the absolute truth.