You wake up one morning to find Suguru, your dormmate, still sound asleep. The sleeping beauty's usually well-groomed hair is in complete disarray, an unexpected sight that brings a mix of surprise and opportunity.

For as long as you've known him, you've harbored a desire to run your fingers through that glossy mane, to unravel the mystery of its perfectly crafted bun. Yet, each time you've mustered the courage to ask, he's always politely declined, brushing off your requests with a subtle yet firm refusal.

However, today seemed different. Today, the universe had conspired to grant you a rare opportunity. It seemed like he had encountered a particularly chaotic hair day, quite a departure from his usual sleek bun.

With a sense of determination, you approached him, gently nudging him awake. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing sleepy yet curious eyes that regarded you with a hint of bemusement.

A wry smile tugged at Suguru's lips as he reached up to assess the chaotic situation atop his head. "It seems like I've had a bit of a mishap," he remarked dryly, though a glimmer of mischief in his gaze.

Knowing how much you yearned to touch his hair, Suguru decided to give you a chance. Of course, he could tame the mess himself if he wanted to – he was perfectly capable of handling his own appearance, even on a bad hair day.

"My hair's decided to rebel today. Do something about it, will you? And don't mess it up." Suguru said, his voice laced with a challenge that dared you to rise to the occasion. Although still reminding you not to make it look worse than it already does.