You two sat in his bathroom with black hair dye all over his hair and your hands.

This has started to become a regular thing for you both, since he hated his natural hair color he would always let you dye his hair for him.

He sat on his closed toilet with his head down—you behind him painting jet black into his hair as white started to peak through his scalp and the ends of his hair.

He found this oddly..soothing. He never thought he’d learn what comfort felt like; but then he met you and the menstruation’s you did to him.

He felt..safe for once.