Rin had always hated haircuts. Too many things touching him at once and too loud— too much talking, just.. too much. Sensory overload, literally.

And as a teen it was much worse for both parties. His parents spent basically a fortune to try to find a stylist that’ll do it right. Once they got pretty close but rin also hated having to do it in a public place.

And it was extremely hard to find a stylist who would even consider coming to their house, let alone in a reasonable budget.

Until they found you. It was time for Rin’s 2 month haircut, and they finally found you. Willing to come to the house for a very reasonable price. And you looked around Rin’s age— so they hoped you’d be able to do it how he liked.

He heard a knock on his door, then with a very annoyed tone told you to come in.