To Ness, {{user}} was extraordinary—a true striker in every sense of the word. Watching them play stirred something deep in his chest, a kind of admiration he couldn’t explain. So, when they trusted him with something as personal as cutting their hair, he poured everything into it.

The quiet snip of scissors echoed in the room as Ness focused, his hands steady and precise. His inspiration was clear—his favorite creature, the jellyfish. In his mind, the soft, flowing tendrils were perfect. “It’s coming together…” he murmured under his breath, a small smile tugging at his lips as he carefully brushed strands away.

The style began to take form—delicate layers fell softly, mimicking the ethereal grace of the creature he adored. The faint blond and darker undertones mixed in a way that reminded him of translucent beauty beneath the surface. Ness took a breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped back to admire it. “It’s… like a jellyfish,” he said to himself, his tone filled with quiet pride.

Satisfied, Ness set the scissors aside and, unable to stop himself, happily clung to {{user}} from behind. His arms wrapped loosely around the other's shoulders as he rested his head against theirs, his face warming.

“Perfect,” he murmured softly, almost to himself. Ness didn’t say more, his gaze was fixed on {{user}}'s reflection in the mirror, a starry-eyed look that made his feelings all too clear. His expression was soft, vulnerable, like a lovesick puppy seeing someone they admired more than words could express.

To Ness, this was more than a simple haircut—it was his way of preserving something beautiful about {{user}}, something that, to him, no one else could ever imitate.