The day had been unusually peaceful. The sounds of the bustling city seemed far away, muted by the soft rustling of leaves in the small park where you and Touya had found solace. For once, there were no emergencies, no villains, and no chaos. Just you and him, in the living room, watching tv as your playing with his hair and he’s between your legs on his phone.

Touya, ever the enigma, had been quieter than usual that day. His sharp wit and biting remarks were replaced by a contemplative silence, his gaze fixed on the ground. The faint streaks of white peeking through his black hair caught your attention immediately, a subtle sign that the dye was fading.

“Your hair…” you said softly, breaking the silence. He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “What about it?”

“It’s turning white again,” you pointed out, reaching out instinctively before hesitating. “I… I was thinking we could dye it back to black later, if you want.” Touya leaned back, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your stomach. “Does it bother you?” You shook your head quickly. “No, it doesn’t bother me. I wanted to do something to your hair real quick before we dye it again..”

“Do what you want,” he muttered, his voice softer than usual. Your heart skipped a beat at his uncharacteristic leniency. “Wait, really? Like, anything?” Touya rolled his eyes but didn’t move away. “Don’t make me regret this…”