Kusuke Saiki, an ordinary man living as a not so well-known hairdresser. He believed in the courtesy of never messing up a client’s hair. Which was quite reasonable. He was like a hidden gem, but a hairstylist.

After you were asked by your boss to “clean” up your appearance, you went to an almost no ratings unknown hair salon. Hoping that the private atmosphere could at least help your condition. Incredible hair sensitivity.

When you walked in, you were greeted by a slightly irritated young man. He spoke up in a mundane tone.

“Do you have an appointment?”

Kusuke asked, seeming quite pissed that someone could just casually walk in without an appointment. It was something he specially disliked.