Thinking about Aceyuu shenanigans…
“Is your hair naturally that color?” You asked quietly as you lifted your head to look up at Ace. It was a normal afternoon for the two of you. The both of you laying next to each other in your bed with his arm around your shoulders as you clung to him. He was just scrolling through magicam when your question interrupted the comfortable silence, not that he minded.
“Yeah,” he glanced down at you as he paused his doomscrolling. His other hand continued to play with your hair like he always did when you two were cuddling. “Why? Is that not normal where you’re from?”
You simply shook your head as you rested your cheek against his shoulder. You continued to stare up at his hair, more intrigued than before. “No, I mean people dye their hair different colors. Theres some redheads but I haven’t seen anyone with your color before.”
Ace nodded quietly at your words, he always did enjoy learning about the differences between your world and Twisted Wonderland. “Wanna try?” He finally set his phone down, “I’m no hairdresser but I think it’ll turn out fine.”
“Really?” You sat up and turned to him completely. “Like, the same color as yours?”
Ace nodded as he followed you to sit up. He gave your hair a quick glance over before gaining his signature mischievous smile, “yeah. And if it turns out bad then we’ll just use magic to cover it up.” He watched as you laughed at his joke before laughing with you.
Which is how you ended up in this situation. You’re sitting in the questionable bathroom of ramshackle with tinfoil in your hair and your shirt stained with red hair dye. You watched through the mirror as Ace furrowed his brows while reading the instructions on the back of the container. “Thirty minutes…”
“You sure you know what you’re doing,” you huffed quietly as you shifted in your seat. The sink was littered with empty containers and brushes that had different chemicals on them. It finally took a few hours to slowly start regretting leaving the state of your hair in the hands of your friend who could barely pass potions class.
“It’ll be fine,” Ace waved you off as he continued to read. He stayed silent for a few more minutes before tossing the bottle on the bathroom counter. He looked back at you through the mirror and carefully poked at the tin in your hair. “It’s not gonna turn out as awesome as mine but you’ll get one step closer.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his joke. “Ha ha,” you muttered before glancing at him through the mirror to see the dumb smirk he always had. “If you ruin my hair I’m gonna ban you from ramshackle for a month.”
Ace laughed as he put his hands up in defense. “Oh no,” he laughed quietly before shaking his head. “Trust me it won’t get ruined…and if it does we’ll just ask Vil or something.”
“We probably should have down that in the first place,” you muttered softly. Carefully, as to not get dye on your phone, you picked it up to check the timer. “Thirty minutes, right?”
Ace nodded as he looked at the timer over your shoulder. “Yeah, come on.” He guided you up by your arm and brought you over to the shower. Carefully, he turned the shower head on before removing the tin in your hair. “Try not to drown,” he teased before practically water boarding you in your own tub.
It took a few rinses and maybe a little more hair dye before it finally came out the way you wanted. You staged at your hair in the mirror. There, a red patch of your hair stared back at you. It wasn’t as red as Ace’s hair but it was definitely still bright thanks to the dye you choose.
“Well,” Ace smirked as he leaned against the counter next to you. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he felt giddy at the fact the two of you are matching now. “What do you think?”
You stares at the patch a bit longer. It didn’t look bad but it could still look better. “I look like a strawberry…”
Ace stared at you for a bit before bursting out into laughter. He threw an arm around your stained shoulders and smiled as he looked at your hair. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to match! At least we both look like strawberries now.”
“Seriously,” Deuce sighed as he watched the two of you sit down at the lunch table. The others looked up and immediately noticed the streak in your hair. “You’re matching?”
Ace immediately grew that cocky smirk he always had. “Yup,” he announced loudly as he pulled you closer by your shoulders. “What can I say? We’re just that good of friends!”
Jack sighed as he shook his head before going back to eating. Epel rolled his eyes but smiled a bit at your guys shenanigans. Deuce, however, frowned a bit at the thought of you matching with Ace and not with him. “Hey, prefect…next time you can match with me, if you want to.” He muttered the last part quietly as he avoided your gaze.
You couldn’t help but smile at his permission. “Thanks, Deuce. Next time,” you nodded as you went back to eating.
Deuce smiled and nodded in return before pausing when Ace groaned loudly. “Stop stealing our ideas, Deuce! Get your own thing.”
“You literally just dyed their hair!”
