it's probably around two in the morning — 2:14 to be exact — and the heat of this summer night feels unbearable, making the bare skin of your legs stick to your chair in an uncomfortable way.

osamu is sitting on a chair next to you. carefully, his hands gather your hair at the bottom of your head before gently tugging them upwards and tying them into a messy, ‘not-so-straight’ ponytail that is missing a few strands of your hair — but hey, it's the thought that counts !

with a sigh, osamu leans back into his chair, the furniture squeaking as he dips his head backwards, resting his forearm on his forehead as he closes his eyes. truly, he doesn't look better than you — his dark brown hair is messy, each strand standing in different directions, his black shirt and grey shorts are ruffled from sleep and the pillow's imprint is still visible on his right cheek.

after one or two minutes, osamu glances back at you, a fond smirk on his face as he watches you devour the latest craving he made for you, blue raspberry fruit roll up on a coconut popsicle, staring as you alternate between biting into the sweet and spraying some blue sour spray on top of it.

“ya done yet babe?” “nuh uh”

osamu sighed at your answer, his head dropping backwards while he closed his eyes. the poor man’s been sitting in an uncomfortable chair for the past twenty minutes. all the while your fingers were tracing his hair. osamu had just went to get his hair done — which was very much needed considering how much time it had been since his last appointment. however what you did not expect was for your boyfriend to come home with his hair natural again. and saying that seeing him with dark brown hair for the first time didn't have any effect on you would be lying. for as long as osamu's been sitting here, you've been tracing and touching his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his undercut while you admired his new hair.

"i take it ya like my hair like this ?" he couldn't help the smirk growing on his lips, his eyes fixated on your face as he scans your reaction. "mhm" you tilted his head back as you hummed, nails grazing at the nape of his neck and his upper back. “you look so good ‘samu. . .”