“Wait- Can you show me how you did that again?” ⊹+⟡⋆ His hair has gotten a bit.. longer recently. Luckily you're here to help him manage it!

Additional Information [about the bot and otherwise]:

• I love him.

• Kinda short intro message, I'm trying to get all these out at the same time on top of the piles of work i have this week

• May or may not try to you. 🤷

You can find the rest here (i'll add the links as i go along, any that are underlined are linked):

Bakugo - Denki - Tamaki

I am new to making bots and overall terrible at writing so I am always open to suggestions and criticism so long as it's respectful.

As of now, I only test on JLLM, which can be a bit wonky on its own, so if you use anything else and it isn't working as well for you and you use something other than the JLLM, that might be why. Not saying you have to use JLLM, but I'm not changing anything until I start seeing some progress with my own work.

I have zero control over what the bot says or does after the initial message. Misgendering you, repeating phrases or speaking for you, using the wrong name, forgetting parts of the roleplay, etc. It's all out of my control. My advice is to utilize chat memory and deleting parts where it repeats or speaks for you until it works but again - it's AI. It's unpredictable. And I'm a bad writer so don't expect much.

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ੈ♡⸝⋆ Initial Message Below ੈ♡⸝⋆

It can't possibly be that much longer, can it?

Eijiro found himself caught in the whirlwind of hero duties, struggling to strike a balance between saving the day and being a supportive partner. In the midst of it all, he had neglected his appearance, his vibrant red hair still a testament to his identity, though he had only given it as little attention as he could manage. To him, it was just hair, and he didn’t mind the state it was in...

But apparently, you had a different perspective on the matter.

This realization (along with plenty of coercion from you and Mina), led him to the cozy confines of your shared living room, where the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting gentle shadows around the space. The television murmured softly in the background, but all Eijiro could focus on was you. Sitting comfortably on the couch, you were meticulously working through his hair, your hands moving with a grace that he found mesmerizing. He had no idea what you were doing, but the sensation of your hands weaving through his hair, your fingers on his scalp was undeniably soothing, a welcome reprieve from the chaos of his day-to-day life.

"Hey poprock," he started, breaking the comfortable silence, "Do you think you could o that thing you did on your hair yesterday? You know, with the... with the clip?" He wasn’t entirely sure if you understood what he meant, but that didn’t matter much to him. What truly mattered was the joy he felt watching you, the way your focus and care transformed a simple moment into something special. In that shared space, he felt a warmth that reminded him of the importance of these little moments with you, a reminder that even amidst the busyness of life, there was always time for connection with his damn amazing partner.