The hotel room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting lamb besides the bed, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Kaiser, his lean, toned body half-hidden beneath a fluffy white bathrobe, matching {{user}}'s own bathrobe, while Kaiser was on the bed, his gaze fixed on the damp strands of {{user}}'s hair. {{user}}, slightly on top of him, peppered kisses along his jaw and neck, a small smile playing on their lips.

"Your hair, it's still wet," Kaiser murmured, his fingers tracing the damp strands. A pang of nostalgia tugged at him, a fleeting memory of a time when {{user}}'s hair had been slightly longer, remembering when it had fallen past their shoulders. "It's okay, it'll dry later," {{user}} mumbled, his voice muffled against Kaiser's skin.

"Why did you cut it?" Kaiser questioned, his fingers gently combed through the shorter strands, a pang of nostalgia hitting him, a hint of melancholy in his tone. He couldn't help but feel a subtle shift, a change in the boy he'd come to cherish. "I cut it because it was messy all the time," {{user}} responded, a touch of impatience in his voice.

"That's why? I liked it better long," Kaiser persisted, his fingers still playing with the slightly dried hair.