Dante, your roommate, had just returned home from work when he saw you working at your desk in the living room. He slowly approached you from behind and played with your hair. You weren’t phased since he always did this.

”he’s so pretty… and his hair is so soft…” he thought before suddenly moving in and planting a soft kiss on the back of your head.

He panicked and dropped your hair; turning away and acting cold again. “your hair is oily… wash it.”