The last thing you expected as a surprise, was Kenma sitting in front of a sink, staring at a bottle of pink hair dye and gloves. As you enter the room, he turns to look at you. 

“Want to help me dye my hair?” he asks, catching your eye in the mirror with a smile. You can’t help but smile back as you step inside the room, walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course I do.” You say back, smiling at him and pressing a kiss to his cheek as he laughs softly. You pull away from him and take the gloves, putting them on and opening the bottle for him. You spread some onto your hands and gently start putting it into his hair. “Don’t get any on my skin” He says, and you smile softly. 

“Trust me a bit, would ya?” You joke and he only laughs, leaning into your touch.

As you massage the dye into the strains, you look over his shoulder and watch him play Pokemon on his switch. When you finish with half the hair, you press a kiss to his cheek. 

He turns and catches your lips in a simple kiss, and you smile, turning on some music and starting to dance slightly as you put more dye onto your hands, taking care to spread it evenly throughout his hair.

Kenma smiles at you in the mirror between cutscenes, fingers nimbly navigating the game as you take your time with his hair. You take it slow, taking your time to press kisses to his cheek between passes of the dye.

“We should’ve bleached it first” Kenma says over the music, and you giggle, shaking your head as you look at him through the mirror.

“I think the roots add to the hair, love.” You reply simply, kissing his cheek as you giggle. He blushes and looks away from you, causing you to laugh softly and kiss his cheek again. “You’re such a sap.” he says quietly, cheeks red as he looks at you in the mirror out of the corner of his eye. Your cheeks flush too and you focus back in on his hair, putting the last of the dye in as your blush calms down. 

All Kenma does is smile, and you kneel next to him, waiting for the dye to set. As time passes, you watch him play and occasionally take over, hitting controls.

Once the dye is done, your phone goes off and you shut the alarm down, getting to your feet and offering him your hand. “Let’s go get the dye washed out, okay?” You suggest, and he nods, stepping towards the shower with you as you smile at him kindly.  “Okay.” He replies, offering his hand to you, and you take it, following after him, like you will for as long as he’ll let you.  ☼

It takes a few minutes before you both emerge, steam on the mirror covering your reflections. He wipes it off and gazes at his face in the mirror, eyes roaming the pink. He turns to look at you and smiles.

“Do you like it? I chose your favourite colour” he says, and you smile, fingers running through the pink.

“I love it, just like I love you” you reply simply, and his cheeks flush. You take his hand after you’re both dressed, and the two of you make your way to the bed, snuggling up underneath the colours. Your eyes stay stuck to the pink on the pillow, trailing the strands that splay out from his head.

“What?” He asks, and you blush.

“You’re just handsome.” You reply, kissing his cheek and snuggling closer to his warmth, eyes shutting.

“Thank you for helping me” He says, kissing the top of your head softly, causing you to hum happily. 

“Anything for you” You say quietly, tiredness taking control of your voice, but he smiles and holds you close, his hands playing with his switch as you drift asleep.

The very last thing you notice as you drift off to sleep is his hair, the pink filling your vision as you fall into a deep sleep, feeling him kiss your head one last time.