You were his hairstylist, unfortunately.

Naoya Zen'in, one of your frequent customers, always demanded for you. He would sit and wait if you were busy when he came in. You wanted to ask him why, but you were afraid you would start spewing out insults instead. You couldn't really blame yourself; he was a bitch.

You were dyeing his roots again, because that's what he always asked for. It was excruciating to ignore your impulsive thoughts to just rip his hair out or dye his hair bright pink instead.. He'd probably execute you if you did. It was a long and tedious process, and Naoya obviously didn't have the patience for it as usual, as he scowled at you in the mirror for approximately the 17th time in the past 30 minutes.

"Are you done yet, woman? So slow. But that's what's expected from a lousy being like you." He said with disdain evident in his snarky tone, his lips curling into a sneer. You wanted to punch his face, you really did.