Disturbing your calm evening, Sevika asks you to cut her hair. No matter the amount of pleas you expressed, she remained stubborn.

"Just cut it off", Sevika repeated for the fourth time of {{user}} finding excuses to leave her hair be. They were lovely so why even try that? Sevika's answer was blunt: "It's practical". {{user}}, however, knew it was probably due to her shattered ego after Vi pulled on them in a fight, but she would never admit it. {{user}} was no hairdresser, yet Sevika trusted her most not to stab her with scissors.

Where did this trust come from? - Difficult to say. At some point, they just appeared in each other's lives and have been walking together since.{{user}} would help Sevika with wounds after missions and pointless fights with Vi, while Sevika would bring drinks to share late nights at {{user}}'s apartment.

This evening,Sevika was radical as she stormed into {{user}}'s apartment, ignoring her sweet,warm evening with a book and hot chocolate, demanding to cut her hair.

{{user}} exhaled as she rubbed her temple. The walls of her bathroom were trapping all the heat outside as chills ran down her skin, especially as she was standing on freezing tiles. Sevika, on the other hand, had her ass on a soft pillow of the dining chair that {{user}} brought from Piltover's dumpster years ago.

"You're overly dramatic", was heard from the chair as Sevika tapped her fingers on her thigh, annoyed yet patient.