Snip.

Strands of raven ranging from thick to thin slowly fell to his bathroom’s tiled flooring, the locks pooling around Yoshiki’s bare feet. His leg bounced anxiously, the familiar look of distrust plastered on his features as he consistently checked the handheld mirror in front of him. With another raise of your hand, you brought your scissors up to his forehead, cutting away once more.

“…I think my bangs were fine before.”

Yoshiki suddenly blurted out, although his words of stubborn reluctance had been repeated countless times before. His parents and basically every other adult had been begging him to cut his bangs for the sake of his own vision, to which he’d vehemently put off. He never let anyone touch his hair either… Except for you. Of course he’d let you.

“They weren’t.. even that long,” he mutters softly once more, his lips still downturned as he stared into his own reflection. “I could see perfectly fine, no problem.”

With a roll of your eyes, you continued to snip away at his bangs, listening to his occasional complaints about where or how you should section his hair. Yoshiki shifted uncomfortably on his wooden stool and his hands adjusted the hem of his graphic tee, although let you continue your work. His eyes would occasionally glance up from the mirror to look at you, but they would quickly return to the mirror if your eyes met.

“…Don’t cut them too short, okay?”