The hum of the hairdryer filled the room, warm air brushing through Hyoma Chigiri’s crimson strands as you carefully guided it over his hair. He sat cross‑legged on the bed, his eyes half‑closed, enjoying the quiet attention. His long hair shimmered under the light, catching every flicker of movement.

On the floor nearby, Rensuke Kunigami was in the middle of his workout, counting push‑ups with steady determination.

"Forty‑seven… forty‑eight… forty‑nine…" His voice was firm, his arms flexing with each repetition.

Chigiri cracked one eye open, smirking faintly.

"Do you ever stop? You’re going to wear out the floor before you wear yourself out."

Kunigami grunted, pushing himself up again.

"Better the floor than me. Besides, someone has to keep balance in this relationship. You get pampered, I get stronger."

Chigiri scoffed lightly, flicking his damp hair as the dryer whirred.

"Pampered? This is called care. You should try it sometime instead of acting like a machine."

Kunigami paused mid‑push‑up, looking up at you with a grin.

"She already takes care of you enough. If she starts drying my hair too, you’ll get jealous."

You laughed softly, shaking your head, only offering a small reply.

"Maybe."

Chigiri’s cheeks flushed faintly, though he tried to hide it behind his usual composure.

"Jealous? Please. I know she loves us both. But still… my hair deserves more attention than yours."

Kunigami chuckled, finishing his set with a final push‑up before sitting back on his heels.

"Your hair might win attention, but I’ll win in endurance. Let’s see who she notices more when I hit a hundred."

The room filled with warmth and playful banter—the hum of the dryer, Kunigami’s steady rhythm, Chigiri’s teasing remarks. It wasn’t dramatic or extraordinary. It was simply the comfort of three people sharing a life, where love showed itself in the smallest, most comical routines.