Mari brushed her hair as she stared straight into the mirror. Her thoughts hadn't left her mind about Mattsun. As much as she wanted to hate him she couldn't. Her thoughts came to a halt as she heard the ringing of her phone. Glancing over, she realized it was the number she finally managed to save in her contacts.

"What do you want" her voice came out hoarse and stern.

A chuckle filled the other end. "Good morning to you too."

Mari left an unsettling pause as a reply.

"You gonna let me inside? Or am I gonna be forced to wait in the cold with these bags of treats."

Mari stood up and headed to the front door of her apartment. Every Sunday Mattsun would manage to make his way over just to see her. Although she didn't show it, it made her feel so happy to see him outside of school. Opening the door, she stood small in front of the red headed male.

"Living room is to the right" she said turning her back from the man. Mattsun was amazed as he stepped inside. Never had he been allowed to come inside her house. Now and then he would get a few glances inside when he dropped her off, but other than that he was always forced to wait outside.

"What a change of heart" he whispered to himself as he placed the box of desserts onto the living room table. On the table laid out several magazines, each with beautiful models with glamorous looks. When turning back he realized she brought cups of tea she prepared from the kitchen.

"I didn't deem you the type to like fashion" he laughed while sifting through the different articles.

"I was thinking about trying something different...maybe with my hair" she exclaimed while setting the tea down. Mattsun glanced back at her, catching a few strands of hair into his hands. It slipped so easily through his fingers.

"Oh? What inspired you to? Ayye did Anna put you up to this?" he asked half heartedly.

"Why? Are you jealous?" she challenged him.

Mattsun shook his head, "I like your hair a lot. But if you want to make a change to it, by all means be my guest". He held several pictures in his hand this time, facing it in her direction.

"Which one?"

Mari gulped her tea down, a bit embarrassed.

"Maybe this?" she asked pointing towards the shorter haircut, one that showed off her forehead.

"You'd look good in anything" he laughed while ruffling her front bangs. This caused Mari to blush a little to herself. The warmth of course caught Mattsun's attention.

"Ah, it's so cute how you're not used to my touch yet" he laughed while placing his right hand against her cheek.

"You're such a weirdo" she said stubbornly, swiping his hands away. "Don't flatter yourself, it's cold."

Mattsun gave a smirk before sitting himself next to her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded as he wrapped his arms around her forcing both bodies to fall to the floor. Holding her against his chest, Mattsun intertwined his hands through her hair.

"As much as I say you'd look beautiful in anything, I'm really gonna miss this hair" he muffled into her hair.

Giving in, Mari wrapped her arms around his lower waist. "I won't cut it then" she whispered back.

"What's that?" he asked a bit taken back. Mattsun was already distracted by the voluntary touch she gave.

"I said I won't cut it" Mari said, this time lifting her head so he could see her eyes. "I won't dye it, I won't do anything".

"Are you doing this just to please me?" he laughed while inching his way close to her face.

"Stop saying weird things" she spat back.

"Hair is hair Mari-chan~" he stated simply without an explanation.

With that, the two remained still in each other's arms. Though it was freezing cold outside, there was a warmth that grew from a single living room in the apartment.

A/N: Awww did you see the way he held her? Well I mean, I guess you can't physically see it, but awwww.