He sighed a bit, finally relaxing back into your hands while you kneaded your fingers through and against his scalp. His hair was so long now, he really needed to cut it, and that is just why he was here. He didn't really trust a barber shop, scared they'd mess it all up he worried about it for hours until he finally came to you.

You were more trustworthy than some stranger, they could be a bad person secretly after all. His hair looked like fire under your light, fingers threading through those long locks, you carefully snipped away at it, trimming it gently as his shoulders finally relaxed after being tensed for so long..