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Floch felt absolutely exhausted both mentally and physically as he stepped into the tiny living accommodations he shared with his best friend (now boyfriend !!) Armin Arlert. He wanted to punch whatever idiot decided that April 1st was the perfect time to make Floch do three fucking end of topic exams. His head hurt just thinking about them. It hadn't helped that all his friends had asked him to do increasingly odd things all day, they were all acting like a bunch of weirdos. But Floch supposed that he hadn't really had any friends before moving in with Armin late last year so maybe it was normal friend behaviour he'd simply never experienced.
Floch's muscles ached with a dull pain, his first obvious sign that he had gone overboard at the gym today. The second was that he was absolutely drenched in sweat, it had soaked into his clothes leaving them uncomfortably damp while pressed against his skin. Floch desperately yearned to take a shower and clean his filth of himself. Yes a nice warm shower would be perfect, he'd get clean and comfortable before pulling his boyfriend down to cuddle all night.
As Floch walked into his flat he practically flung his backpack to the foot-well by the front door before tearing his shirt off and throwing it into the washing up basket. Now shirtless as he dragged his feet into his and Armin's bedroom quickly waving hi to the other young man before stripping further and letting him know he would be taking a sower for a while.
Armin had a sly glint in his eye and the beginnings of a smirk creeping its way across his face as he watched his boyfriend enter their bathroom, but Floch was to single mildly focused on his shower to notice.
He was quick to jump into the shower it's warm water doing wonders on his aching muscles. Floch could already feel himself become cleaner by the minute. The water cleansed his body of the grime that had accumulated over the day, it began the process of cleaning the grease out of his hair. It was peaceful and nice, Floch always enjoyed the quite time of taking a shower. It was one of the very rare times he didn't want Armin by his side. They'd shared a shower once but his boyfriend couldn't stop giggling at how he was washing himself "wrong". Floch could still feel grease in his hair, but then he supposed that was what shampoo was for.
He shloched a generous amount into the palm of his hand. It smelt a little off, more chemically than usual but he supposed that might just be because it was on the cheaper side of shampoo brands (despite how small the flat was it wasn't cheep). Floch began to massage the shampoo into his hair, and despite never wanting to share a shower with Armin again he couldn't help but imagine it was his boyfriend's hands performing the actions and not himself. He knew Armin would be oh so gentle with his head maybe. Oh his boyfriend was utterly perfect in every way.
Floch always liked to keep the shampoo in his hair for a nice fifteen minuted to really make sure it was clean. The best way he found to pass the time in the shower was to think about his dreams in life. It used to be him as the soul leader of his home country, a powerful leader rivaled my none, loved and respected by all. Yet for the past months his dreams where only of Armin. His face, his eyes, his wonderful hair, the fact they should get married on da-. Floch was snapped out of his thoughts by a burning along his scalp. Fuck the shitty cheap shampoo must have been even worse quality than he thought, it hadn't even been on his head for thirteen minutes before irritating his scalp. He decided to just cut his shower short and rinse it off before exiting the shower to dry himself off. As he stepped out of the shower Floch turned to look at himself in the mirror ready to style his hair.
Floch's eyes glanced at his hair.
He screamed. A slightly pathetic high sound.
A second later the bathroom door was forced open (had he forgotten to lock it or had Armin broken through the room), his faced snapped over to the intrusion and his eyes landed on Armin. He was slightly shaking with a look of fear etched onto his features. It only took a second though for Armin to register what had happened and promptly burst out laughing. Floch felt undignified he was being laughed at.
"ARMIN", he shouted "Stop fucking laughing at me, WHY IS MY HAIR BLOND."
He thrust his hands into his hair to prove a point. His lovely wonderful red hair was now a horrible blonde colour. Not a nice pretty blond like the hair that fit Armin perfectly, but a weird not really but almost yellow colour that wasn't Floch at all.
After what felt like an hour Armin's cackles finally tapered out into small giggles. Floch just stood there though waiting for an answer to what had happened.
"Floch, I'm sorry it's just. It's just", despite trying to explain what was happening Armin couldn't stop his laughter "you-you weren't supposed to go fully Blond"
"What!" was Armin the Reason his hair looked so horrid right now.
"Err April Fools" Armin shrugged slightly. "I um but hair bleach into your shampoo…."
""WHAT !! Armin why would you do that you bitch I'm BLOND now"
"WELL you weren't supposed to be. If the bleach was washed out within a couple minutes ,like it's supposed to be, you'd only be a few shades lighter"
His tone was slightly accusatory. Like it was somehow Floch's fault his hair was suddenly a different colour.
"Don't try and pin this on me. This is your fault and you need to fix it." Floch pointed towards his still laughing boyfriend, a low level of anger laced his voice.
Armin took a couple of seconds to really register that his boyfriend was upset. His face was flushed red and a few stubborn tears were forming by Floch's eyes. He softened his tone before looking into Floch's eyes.
"Shit I'm sorry dear"
He pressed a soft kiss onto Floch's lips. It was short warm and sweet.
"I'll go run to the corner shop and grab some hair dye. I can fix this easy"
Floch seemed to accept the apology pushing his forehead flushed to Armin's. His eyes looked deeply into his boyfriend's. Filled with annoyance but also a clear sense of adoration.
"You better" Floch whispered before bringing his lips down to embrace Armin's .