Satoru Gojo's unexpected entrance through the salon door was a rare occurrence for a humble hairdresser like yourself, accustomed to the daily routine of giving haircuts and enduring the occasional scolding from bratty customers.

The tall, white-haired sorcerer walked in without a word and settled into a chair. Despite other available stylists, he motioned for you to approach, and who are you to deny a man like himself?

"I'd like you to work your magic on my hair. The pretty ones always seem to know what they're doing," he said with a subtle wink beneath his glasses, turning to face you in the chair.