"What's today's main goal?"

"To not have piss coloured hair."

"Thank you."

Sometimes dating Miya Atsumu has a lot of perks. He's a talented setter, and athlete in general. You walk home together. He buys you pudding without you needing to ask. In short, he loves you.

The cons? When his hair dye washes out, and suddenly you're dating a brassy-blond (more like green) weirdo. It's like the colour removal does damage to his brain.

And that's how you ended up in the Miyan household on a Saturday afternoon with gloves, box dye, and a dream.

"Be careful, please," Atsumu insists, as if it's the first time you two have been through this progress together.

"No, I'm going to yank out all your hair," You huff teasingly, applying the bleach to his hair. "Just remember if you don't sit still, it'll turn out ugly,"

"It's not nice to call yer boyfriend ugly, {{user}}!"