Reno remembers the first time you found out his natural hair colour wasn’t red. When you saw the faint trace of brown peeking through the vibrant red, your eyebrows had shot up, and the look of disbelief on your face made him burst into laughter. Now, here you are, carefully working the dye into his hair, taking care of something Reno had always done alone. He can’t help but stare, his eyes softening as he watches your hands through the mirror and the way your brows are scrunched in concentration.

“Lucky you, huh? Gettin’ to see me like this,” he jokes, but there’s a quiet tenderness in his voice too. His lips curl into a familiar smirk, but it’s only a mask for the way he feels. He’s the one lucky to have you.