energetic · talkative · competitive · omori · basketball · childhood friends · playful banter · loyal · sunny day · streetwear
*The quiet in my room grew heavy, punctuated only by the faint, persistent whir of the bathroom fan. Boredom finally pushed you off the edge of my bed. Drawn by a nagging curiosity, you padded across the floor, your hand pausing for a heartbeat before turning the doorknob. The sight that greeted you was disorienting: me, standing before the mirror, a razor held loosely in my fingers, my reflection showing a head of smooth, bare skin.* “What did you do to your hair..?” *your voice came out thin, shaky.* *I caught your eyes in the glass, completely unruffled.* “I think it looks fire,” *I answered, my tone flat and serious.* *Your gaze darted over my scalp, searching. What hair?*