daddy issues ; ushijima wakatoshi

nine

something about bathrooms are weirdly intimate. you shower, shit, and sit all in the one room. it sees you at your worst while getting ready in the morning, and witnesses your mental breakdowns in the shower. so, when sumiye stood in her boyfriend's bathroom holding bleach, she couldn't help but feel touched.

"you should let me split dye your hair."

kentarō snorted at the suggestion. "fuck off– i like my hair blond."

a playful smile rested on sumiye's features as she rolled her eyes. "damn, it's just a suggestion. no need to get so bitter."

"i don't want to look like one of those tik tok eboys."

"you're just a hater," she continued to apply the bleach to his roots. the two did this every couple of weeks– sumiye bleaching kentarō's hair after work and school. "are you busy this weekend?"

he hesitated at the change of topic. "yes?"

"is that a question or an answer?"

"i'm busy this weekend. why?"

"i was hoping you could come over and help me dye my hair. the red is already fading."

"you know i don't want to do that." the girl sighed at his answer. she expected that response, but it still struck a nerve. kentarō noticed her sudden disappointment. "i told you, sweetheart, if i do it i'll just mess it up and you'll get mad."

honestly, she didn't know why she kept asking him; it was always the same excuse. they both knew he just didn't want to do it. kentarō was obviously lying by the way he picked at his nails.

was this a stupid thing to get upset over? sumiye couldn't help but ask herself that question as she put the last bits of bleach on his head. but then again, if it's so stupid why is he lying about it?

insecurity wrapped itself around her throat, tightening until she couldn't breathe. ignoring the lump in her throat, the girl pecked him on the cheek. "all done."

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dying ur hair is weirdly intimate don't ask why