you decided to find a victim to mess around with… well, more like take their soul.

well, that was a month ago… your now in the comfort of your supposed victim’s home—you had forced chuuya to let you braid his hair, it’s somewhat long enough for at least a small braid. your fingers running long his scalp had sent chills down his spine. he was still grumbling about how stupid this was. “don’t pull my hair, okay?!” he warms for like the third time again.