Sae stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting his bangs, his movements precise and habitual. He sprayed them up, ensuring everything was just as he liked it. His eyes flickered to his reflection, making sure every strand was in place.

You watched him for a moment, then casually spoke up, “You know, you don’t have to always spray them up when we’re together. I like them just the way they are when they’re down.”

Sae paused for a brief second, his gaze meeting yours in the mirror. There was a quiet, almost thoughtful look in his eyes before he turned back to adjust them once more.

“I look younger when they’re down,” he said, a hint of matter-of-factness in his tone. He didn’t seem bothered, just stating his preference.