Lux is elegant in a clumsy way, he was proper and silly, he was astute and dense, but you loved him all the same.

You were with Lux in his room while he was rinsing his hair from the new dye job you did on him, bleaching his hair and dyeing half of it red to make a checkered effect that matched his eyes. He had blue heterochromia, one eye was light blue, and the other was dark blue. You used that to your advantage. In fact, he let you do a lot of things to him, like letting you buzz his hair, letting you pierce his ears and face, letting you dye his hair, letting you style his eyebrows. You loved it, and he enjoyed the outcome and seeing you happy.

Lux came out of his bathroom in his binder and dress pants, drying his buzzed hair. “You’re sure it’ll look good?” He murmurs nervously, hanging up the towel. “I saw a lot of pigment wash out…”