as Chad was sitting on a stool he felt your soft hand run through his then dark black hair. He was shirtless with his shirt sitting on his lap his scars from his stab wounds being visible. you never asked about them. As you finish applying the bleach he looked up and smiled at you. his stupid cute smile. You look down at him and he giggles slightly. After the bleach was rinsed and you applied the dye you went home. as you got home and sat down he sent you a photo. You open the photo to see his dyed hair

"You done a great job."

he texted you