Heaven is a Place on Earth

Sick Of It

(Hey, so, random thing before I get started, have you guys seen the new episode of the Devil is a Part Timer abridged series? You do watch the abridged series, right? You should totally watch the abridged series. And the new episode is probably my favourite. Sweet Satan, it was hilarious. Go watch it)

(Headcanon: Urushihara is actually fed up with the colour purple by now. Suggested by Hanachana on fanfiction.net)

Urushihara rolled over in his box and groaned, blinking a few times as he started to wake up properly. He frowned at the purple hair blocking his vision and brushed it aside with another groan. He rubbed his eye with the back of one hand and crawled out of the box. He'd slept in a couple of hours but what did that matter when he had nowhere to be? Maou was already gone and Ashiya was sitting at the table with a book.

"So you finally decided to get up?" he muttered, not looking up. Urushihara just rolled his eyes and shuffled over to his laptop. When he opened it, he glared at his reflection for a split second. More specifically, he glared at his one visible purple eye.

Scrolling through the same old websites, he rested his chin in the palm of his hand and his fingers brushed against his purple earrings.

Purple, purple, purple.

He was just... so sick of it.

He looked down at the sleeves of his t-shirt.

Purple.

Ugh...

"I can't even work with this..." he mumbled under his breath.

"Work with what?" Ashiya glanced over at him, slightly confused. Urushihara only gritted his teeth.

"Nevermind. You wouldn't get it."

It was even more frustrating that he couldn't really do anything about it. New t-shirt? Clothing for Urushihara wasn't exactly top priority in the household. New earrings? Despite hating the colour, they were still the only thing he still had from his old life and he couldn't help but be just a little bit sentimental.

... Dye...? Contacts...?

Now there was a solution. Unfortunately, it was also a problem. How exactly was he supposed to go about doing that? Either he'd buy the stuff online and get in trouble for it, or he'd sneak out to go to a salon and get in trouble for it. He wasn't going to risk it. Not after the last time he went behind their backs.

No. He would just have to give this one up. Or at least wait.