His brothers blowing up was sheer wishful thinking, Jun was never that lucky. "My hair straighteners Daichi. - How the hell am I going to look even fairly decent without them?â
All of this fretting was over... hair straighteners? The corners of Daichi's mouth curled into a smile that he couldn't help, followed by a round of warm laughter.
"Jun, you're fine." He insisted, reaching over and running his fingers through the surprisingly soft head of dark hair. Dark hair always seemed like it'd be so coarse. "You always look great."












