{{user}} was Eijiro’s best friend—the one he counted on for everything, from emotional support during tough training days to late-night ramen runs when he was too tired to cook. And this? This definitely fell under the best friend duties category.

{{user}} was sitting at their desk, hunched over a growing pile of homework, the quiet scratch of their pen and the occasional page flip the only sounds in the room. The peaceful silence didn’t last long.

A knock broke through the quiet, followed by the soft creak of the door. {{user}} looked up just in time to see Eijiro poking his head inside, his signature grin dimmed by an unmistakably sheepish glint in his eyes. His dark roots were clearly beginning to show, peeking through the once-vibrant red, and in his hands, he held the familiar supplies—bottle of hair dye, gloves, an old towel, and the mixing bowl they’d definitely used more times than either of them could count.

“Hey, dude…” he started, voice laced with innocent charm as he stepped fully into the room. His hopeful grin widened just a bit as he tilted his head to the side. “Remember how much you love me?”

He rocked back and forth on his heels, raising the dye supplies slightly in both hands like an offering—or a bribe.

“Because I might need a little help… again.”