fandomhighdorms | 4th Floor Girls' Bathroom, Tuesday Evening.

Staring intently at the faint white line of her roots in the mirror, Sakurazaki carefully ran the delicate brush of dye along each strand. Each stroke was even, balanced and practised, filling the greyish gaps between her hair and her scalp expertly. It wasn't showing through much, really; she was probably the only person who would ever notice, but it was still too much for her.

She had slipped into the bathroom a little bit ago, showering again although it wasn't necissary, just to wet her hair as she pulled it from her ponytail. It wouldn't lay flat unless she washed and dried it again, and it now hung flatly about her shoulders as she leaned close into the mirror. She was nearly done, and then she'd only have to wait a little bit for the dye to dry. Shouldn't be a problem; she didn't imagine too many people would need to use the bathroom for too long at this hour. She brought her toothbrush just in case, though.

When she finished, she carefully wrapped the dying tools up in paper towels and shoved them deep into the trash so no one would notice them. She was probably being overly obsessed about the whole secret, but she couldn't help it. She stared at her own eyes in the mirror contemplatively while she waited, listening for any opening doors.

[[OOC: Open, but i don't really plan on spending too much time in the bathroom. just kinda wanted to get this little detail out. hehe Could be interesting; I think Sakurazaki knows a total of two girls from her floor, so...]]