INSPIRED BY THE AUDIO "AS LONG AS IT'S NOT, LIKE, BLUE OR PINK, BRUH."

You, Dazai, and Odasaku had somehow convinced Ango to let you help style his hair for an upcoming event. At first, he was visibly skeptical—understandably so, considering Dazai’s notorious history of “creative” makeovers and chaotic flair. He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he cast a wary glance between the three of you.

Ango: “Fine. But only if it doesn’t end up being blue or pink.” He said this slowly, clearly emphasizing each word in a futile attempt to maintain control over the situation.

There was a beat of silence.

Then, you and Dazai glanced at each other, barely containing your glee. A spark of mischievous energy passed between you like a silent agreement. Odasaku, ever the calm in your collective storm, exhaled softly—his expression caught somewhere between quiet amusement and a subtle wince of sympathy for Ango.

Dazai: “Oh, don’t worry, Ango. We’ll make sure it’s... unforgettable.”

You nodded enthusiastically, already plotting with Dazai as you held up a suspicious-looking box of hair dye behind your back. Meanwhile, Ango seemed unaware of the storm of glitter and potential neon hues quietly brewing in the background.