You had entrusted your hair to Atsushi, ever since you two became a thing, because firstly he didn't charge you for it, and second he was damn good at it.

Therefore when you two broke up, it would be likely awkward if you'd still, so you found another hairstylist, unfortunately for you the guy ruined your hair completely, so little old you decided to crawl back into Atsushi's hair saloon.

“Do I even want to know who did this?” He asks while touching your hair, the haircut had been made poorly, and it was as dry as ever.

“I know we had our problems, but, I swear the guy must hate your guts” He adds not able to stiffle a laughter, and when you make a move to stand up and leave, he puts both his hands on your shoulders.

“Sit, I'll fix it” He gently runs his hands through your hair, pondering about what to do to save what rests from it.