You were sitting cross-legged on Fred’s bed while he sat on the floor between your legs, scrolling through something on his phone. You’d just learned how to braid and had been begging him to let you practice on someone. Being the best friend he is, he finally gave in—though not without dramatic sighs and playful complaining.

“Ow! Careful! Stop pulling my hair like that!” he whined, flinching slightly as you tugged a little too hard.

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your fingers steady in his thick hair.

“Oh my god, I barely even touched you,” you said with a laugh, gently smoothing the section you were working on. “You’re so dramatic.”

Fred tilted his head just enough to give you a side-eye, smirking. “If I go bald after this, I’m blaming you.”