Shin was sat comfortably on a chair in your room as you stood behind him, painting the dye onto his hair carefully. He had his legs crossed and a cigarette between his lips, his stare on the TV across as he watched some random show he had turned on. He came over a few hours ago insisting you help him re-dye his hair for him.

The two of you had been friends for years, so you were more than used to his antics by now so you didn’t mind. His head leaned back slightly, a small wince.

“Hey be gentle!”