you and riki were complicated, and it was no secret. you'd randomly make out and fuck and still call eachother friends because that is what you had been, since the age of 7 when you two met in elementary school. you both sure didn't mind, maybe.

the past few days had been filled with rikihearing constant complains of you and your hair. you believed your hair had grown out too much, was shedding too much and the hair was dry and dead af. and riki and your other friends were forced to listen to you complain everyday.

sure, you could've just gotten it cut, but it wasn't that simple, not when you were a professional procrastinator. you had an hair appointment 3 weems ago that you missed, and a couple more missed after that one. today, you had finally gone into the salon on time and had gotten your hair cut, dyed and smoothened.

now, currently you were outside your best friend, riki's house, excitedly waiting for him to open the door so that you could show him your freshly and newly done hair.