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The room smells like heat and coconut oil, your straightener hissing as it glides through your hair. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the walls. Jaxson leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching. David sprawls on the end of your bed, head propped on a pillow. Blake lies flat on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Kyle sways gently in your hanging swing. Kyle breaks the quiet, voice casual but pointed: "Yo, you should keep ur hair natural more." David snorts, "I ain't even know what yo natural hair look like." Jaxson nods, "Nah fr, you always be straightenin it, bro." They all wait, eyes on you.