Sal x Reader - The Dye Fic

Sal, what the hell?

"What a day?" I groan to myself as I close my front door behind me.
I throw my shoes off and lay down on my couch and pull a blanket up to my chin. Before I know it, I'm drifting off to sleep, dreaming that some day, the man of my dreams will appear.

Despite how heavy of a sleeper I am, I was suddenly awoken by the sound of rustling coming from another room in my house. I don't think I ever found myself paralyzed with fear until now. Was there actually an intruder in my house?
After 5 minutes of calming myself down, I sit up and breathe, "You have a cat. It's probably her messing around." I remind myself. I feel all that fear and anxiety slipping away as I get up and stretch. However, it wasn't long until all that fear came rushing back to me when I saw my cat sitting at the other end of my couch and hear a thump followed by the voice of a young boy saying "Ow! Fuck!" Now my fear had become a reality. There was someone in my house.
I breathe and walk towards the noise. It's coming from my bathroom. Anxiously, I approach my bathroom and grab the door knob. I feel the comforting warmth of my cat rub against my leg and take a deep breath. "On three. 1... 2... 3!" I whisper to myself before suddenly pushing the bathroom door open.

When there's an intruder in your house, you usually expect to find some big scary guy with a mask and weapon who's trying to steal from you. What did I find? Some boy sitting in my bathtub in black jeans and a sports bra, gnawing open a bottle of purple hair dye. We were both taken aback by each other, however, he seemed to be more frightened than I was.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house??" I scream at him. I grab my soap dispenser off my sink and throw it at him, hitting him in the shoulder.
"Ow! What the heck man! That was really unnecessary!" He says back to me, rubbing his shoulder.
"Unnecessary?? You're in my house! What are you doing??" I ask him once more.
"Dying my hair." He responds calmly, grabbing a pair of scissors out of his pocket to cut the top off of his hair dye bottle.
"Obviously I can see that! But what are you doing in my house??" I ask him once again, beginning to get frustrated by him sitting in my bathtub.
He looks at me confused, "What do you mean? This is my house." He responds, squeezing a dollop of hair dye into his hands.
"What are you talking about? I've lived here for 5 years. This is MY house!" I say, grabbing another bottle off my sink.
The strange boy puts his purple hands up to stop me "Woah, woah, woah! Let's not resort to violence! I'm Sal, and I can assure you, this is my house."
I sigh and put the bottle down. "Sal. Are you lost? Because this is my house. You seem like you mean no harm, but I can't have you in my house."
"I'm not lost. I just moved in." He responds, turning his attention back to his hair dye.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean you just moved in? This apartment is not for sale!" I say, eyeing the bottle of shampoo on the sink.
"I know, I was told to move in and that I would have a roommate, I guess that's you!" He says cheerfully.
"I'm sorry, what?? Who told you to move in with me?? How does that make sense??" Finally throwing the shampoo bottle at him.
"Hey! I said no violence!" He responded angrily. "Your mom told me you needed a roommate and so she helped me move in earlier today."
"My mom??" I say before storming out of the bathroom and leaving him to finish, whatever he's doing. I go back to the couch to text my mom to have an explanation to this madness.
- Mom! Why is there a boy in my bathtub?
- Be nice, he's a nice boy. He's around your age. He's also a college student.
- What? Why is he here?
- Because you told me you were having trouble paying rent, so he's there to help pay rent.
- Mom, you need to tell me these things before you move some weird boy into MY house!
- I got caught up. Just introduce yourself, he's a nice boy.

After fully processing this whole mess, I go back to the bathroom to talk to Sal. "Sal?" I say poking my head into the bathroom. He doesn't respond, he's too busy washing the hair dye out of his hair in my bathtub. "Sal!" I say more aggressively. Still no response. "SAL!" I say, finally pulling him away from the faucet. "What??" He says, startled by my presence. "I was trying to introduce myself but you weren't responding!" I say annoyed as purple water drips down his face. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, the faucet was too loud." He says sincerely. I sigh and apologize then introduce myself "Hi, I'm y/n, I guess we're roommates." He shrugs, "I guess we are." He says as purple water continues to run down his face. I sigh and wipe it away from his eyes, "I'll let you continue washing the dye out." I say before leaving. Well that was strange. I actually think that I could possibly get along with this boy.