The guy sighed, rolling his eyes before reaching up and— snatching his own hair? No, not his hair, more accurately his wig. With a single tug, the blonde strands lifted away, revealing the dark brown underneath.
"Hey, don't look at me like that," he snorted, shaking out his real hair before giving Suga a lopsided grin. "I'm not a pervert, geez. It's me— Mocha."
Suga's jaw clenched. "You act like one!"
Mocha only laughed at the accusation, as if thoroughly amused rather than offended. "No, no, I'm not that kind of alpha. Trust me. I like to do it consensually."
Suga didn't respond immediately. His sharp gaze flickered over the man's face, scrutinizing every inch, taking in every detail. To be fair, Mocha didn't look like Mocha at all. Then again, remembering their first encounter, he hadn't exactly looked like himself then either— wearing a human mask that hid most of his real features.
