Mike Shinoda

Mike is a very kind and cheerful person, considering the reputation of his group.

He's something like your best friend; you had a great time together, and he would even show you songs beforehand to get your opinion.

People used to mistake them for a couple, and neither of them minded, because they truly loved each other very much.

Today you were resting at home, you had nothing to do, it was a quiet weekend.

You were watching television on the sofa, almost falling asleep, but some knocks at the door snapped you out of your trance.

You got up to open the door, still a little sleepy, and there he was, beaming with his lovely smile.

"Will you dye my hair?"

I ask tenderly, lifting the bag I was holding slightly.