— Sam stared into his bathroom mirror, moving his head back and forth as he stared at his over grown hair. Normally he wouldn’t care, but not when there was a special someone was laid resting in his bed. Or so he thought.

Sam nearly jumped out of his skin when your sluggish body appeared behind him, arms wrapping around his torso, and your head against his shoulder. He lifted his arm to wrap around you, leaving a kiss to the top of your head before turning back to the bowl cut on top of his head.

“Do you think it’s too much?” Sam asked, looking at you, dressed up in only his Stanford hoodie, through the mirror. He sighed, once again combing through his brunette locks. He turned back to you, leaning back against the bathroom counter.

“I just feel like this thing needs a trim.” He leaned down to limply lay his head, dramatically groaning into the fabric of your, or really his, sweater. He hated making bigger decisions like this, especially when it came to his hair.

“{{user}}! {{user}}, please help me!” He whined, his long arms pulling you in tight until you stood just on your toes and chest pressed against his own.