You couldn't hear the command because you were too busy shaking ass to Megan Thee Stallion while drying your hair. You grabbed a tortilla chip from the bowl on your vanity, rapping the lyrics as you shook your ass on your chair.
"Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic, fuckin' on a nigga, make him sing on some pop shit, I need a real headbanger on some rock shit, pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope, got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke," Megan rapped as you began to start braiding your hair into some Coi Leary braids.
"Can't relate. I, on the other hand, do smoke," you remarked, popping another tortilla chip in your mouth. You continued to bop your head to the music when all of a sudden, your door swung open to an irritated Tomura.
"Y/n. Turn down, the FU-"
"MAN, AIN'T NOBODY COME TO SEE YOU, OTIS!" you yelled, making a stank face and flicking him off. He sighed, leaning up against your doorframe and pulling out his switch.
"You've been going to Gina a lot to get your nails done lately, what's up with that?" he asked as you stuck your hand out, admiring your new set.
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