Josh does not know how it works.

Magic, a curse, schizophrenia, he’s got no idea. It’s stupid. All he had to do his open his mouth and channel his energy through his eyes and lips, and he can magically turn any object pink.

It’s so pointless, and useless, but it’s an incredible cure for boredom. Especially when he uses his power to play pranks. A power no one else knows about.

Except you.

His best friend, the third member of the band. Maybe something more to him. He doesn’t know that either. He’s not very great at figuring things out.

You’ve watched him use his power. Asked him to change your phone case to pink just to see if it wore off or if it had side effects to electronics. It hadn’t, but it had gotten on your hands like paint.

It’s a Saturday afternoon. Josh is sitting in the dressing room for the arena they’re at, they don’t go on for another hour. He’s got four things set up to practice on - all blue, changing them to pink.

First, just a blue paper cup. The blue light from his eyes and mouth turn the cup pink easily. Next is a roll of green tape. It’s a little bit harder, with all the hidden tape under each doll, but he gets it right. Then a telephone, which takes a second to dye pink, with all the electronics in the device being dyed too. Finally, a figure of-

“Hey Josh?”

Josh flinches, midway through using his power, looking over at you in the doorway. Once he regains his eyes and mouth, his widen and his lips part. Whoops.

You wince, taking a moment to compose yourself from the bright light. You reach up, gently touching your now-pink hair, unable to process or even realise what just happened.

He’s in so much trouble.