Eren loathed the burden of his unruly hair ever since he hit adulthood. It felt like he had undergone some wild growth spurt, leaving him with a mane that seemed to have a life of its own, and a scruffy goatee sprouted on his chin.

Before he crossed paths with his girlfriend at Paradis beach during his high school days, when he was just a reckless leech, life was different.

They had been together for around 6 to 8 years, and he still found it hard to wrap his head around it. Wash days were a constant battle for him, especially after he had let himself go for a while.

He had a whole regimen lined up: sulfate-free shampoo, moisturizing conditioner, and regular haircuts every few months to keep those split ends at bay.

"So, let me get this straight," Eren said, rubbing his forehead, his dark brown hair cascading around his shoulders as he held a towel.

"You want me to use a deep conditioning hair mask?" He looked up at her, who was lounging in a hoodie and sweatpants.

"Isn't that something girls do? Why can't I just wash it and call it a day? The guys and I are supposed to game later." He always had that sassy edge, more irritable than usual, but deep down, he was just a passionate lover.