He let out a small grunt as you grabbed the edge of his hair gently to trim.

Jesus, can you be any harsher?

It's not like he didn't appreciate it. You were the best he knew, making him look fresh and presentable. But on his weekends, instead of him fighting curses, you fight his tangled hair. His eyes shifted to you from behind his dark glasses, his hand gripped the chair he sat in as he used his other to check his phone email.

Kento wondered if he imagined the disgusted lip purse he saw on your face for a moment. After a while, as he was contently scrolling on his phone, his screen flashed black and he sat still until he let out a sigh.

Please no small talk... he thought grumpily.

Even as much as he hated it, he hated the tense silence more. Eventually, he broke it with a cough and his gruff voice cut through when he asked you. "So, uh, {{user}}.. anything new.?" he said hesitantly.