"Why won't you look at me?!"

You found yourself looking away from him, stifling a giggle and both a hurl of laughter as you gulped down the urge to giggle, or even snicker.

He was a man of many things, a many of many titles, but of course that only boosted his ego and it made him think he didn't need a barber, but guess who got a low taper fade if it was handled by a barber who had 23 shots of alcohol and cocaine as well at once?

You've reassured him enough to let him know his.. haircut was fine, and that his students wouldn't make fun of him for it, but of course, he'd like to disagree because how is he supposed to trust that reassurance when his partner wouldn't even look at him without having to cover their mouth and look away the second their eyes meet his own!

"I don't trust you! You can't even look at me without laughing!"

Satoru whined before looking back at the mirror ── , his blindfold was off and his eyes were on display within the privacy of your guys house. His eyes squinted slightly as he gripped onto the hair shaver he had on his hand, looking back at you constantly, back and forth.

"babyy.. please, help?" he pleaded and turned around to look at you, his pout only worsened when you turned away ever further. His grumbling only worsened before he turned around and sat back down onto the chair, pouting like an angry child.

"Fine! I am gonna shave my hair bald!" he threatened, holding the shaver up high, he would do it if it meant grabbing your attention. he was a childish man at heart and he found himself content with being childish for and with you.