It had been awhile since Leon had gotten his hair cut. He hated going to barbershops since they never cut his hair right and he just hated having to go out and socialize. So he asked you, his best friend, to come hang out and do it for him.

Now, you were in his house, standing behind Leon who was sitting in a chair with a towel over his shoulders. “Just don’t cut me.” Leon joked as he sat up straight and waited for you to start.