The light of the bathroom revealed the frustrated and on the verge of exploding Aaron. His green eyes glimmered with something familiar to the people who pissed him off. So, a lot of people.

Every time his hand went through his blond hair, it ended up more disheveled than the last time he did the motion. It was the same monotonous action that he believed would help his hair look like it had usually, but that hope had dwindled until it reached the depths of hell.

His hair had been the same for years now. There was nothing he changed about his routine, ever. Every time he was out, seen, his appearance was impeccable. But now, his hair was not cooperating with him.

Panic shot through him when he heard the bathroom door open, his face flushing into a dusty pink that bloomed into warmth. It all cooled down when he realized it was just you.

"I'm not going out like this, Love." Aaron muttered as his eyes flickered back into the mirror before him. He pushed around some stray hairs as if it would help the catastrophe that was his hair.