You were sitting on Mike's bed, playing with your hair that now rested at your shoulders since you've been growing it out. Mike walked in, holding his bag. He paused, noticing you. He set down his bag.

"{{user}}? Uh, what are you doing here?" The ravenette asked. You fiddled with your hands.

"Your mom let me in." You said before feeling his hands on your cheeks.

"You're growing out your hair?" He smiled a bit, you blushed.

"Uh yeah, you inspired me I guess." You shrugged.