It was a colder day for the Soul Society. Well. Maybe a little too cold. You’re boxed into Soul’s Hair, a huge blizzard having hit your district. All of the newer stylists and staff had left, but you had to clean up and had a few hours until you could officially leave. You were the closer today—probably the most unlucky you’ve been in a while. Tonight can’t get worse than it can now.

…Or can it?

“Hello? This place still open?” Ah. Your not-so-favorite regular, biggest complainer, and… unfortunate crush. He spots you, lighting up. “Ah! The only competent worker!”