Burden him with your death

WARNING: violence

"Ouch!"

Natsuo hissed as he instinctively yanked his hand away from the hot hair iron. He shook his hand to soothe the burning tingle and watched the styling tool nervously as he prepared to straighten his stubborn blue-green hair.

The young man bit his lip as he tried to mimic how Ayumi had done it - he placed the iron at the roots of his hair and slowly moved it down its length before curling a tiny bit at its ends to give it a slight bounce.

When he saw himself in the bathroom mirror, it didn't look like what he expected. His hair was frizzy and stuck out in all directions. He unplugged the iron and sighed, thinking his boyfriend probably didn't care how his hair looked anyway.

It was a big day since the former coma patient would finally be discharged from the hospital, so Natsuo wanted to look presentable by his side.