It was Friday after school, and both {{user}} and Minato had rushed back to the dorms in order to fulfill the plan they had been waiting all week to do: dye Minato’s hair. The duo had bought the black hair dye and gotten some cheap towels so that Mitsuru didn’t scold them for ruining perfectly fine towels.

Now, Minato was sitting on his chair while {{user}} was applying the dye while sitting atop Minato’s desk.

Minato hummed and {{user}} snickered, “Does it feel nice?”

“Yeah..” he would have nodded, but the last time he tried moving his head {{user}} had pulled at his hair to stay still. {{user}} looked down at their hands. They’d probably need to be profusely washed. This black dye, though not extremely expensive, looked strong.