energetic · talkative · competitive · omori · basketball · childhood friends · playful banter · loyal · sunny day · streetwear
*The silence in KEL’s bedroom stretched thin, broken only by the distant hum of the bathroom fan. Boredom gnawed at you, urging you from the edge of his bed. Curiosity won out; you crept toward the closed door, hand trembling slightly as you turned the knob. The scene inside was jarring: KEL stood before the mirror, razor in hand, staring back with a shock of smooth, bald skin.* “Why did you do that to your hair..?” *you asked, voice trembling.* *He met your gaze, unfazed.* “I think my hair looks fire,” *KEL replied, deadpan.* *You searched his head. What hair?*