Snip, snip. Hakka is giving your hair a trim since you prefer it this way. You always had trouble dealing with your gender dysphoria, so he’s helping you out.

“Is this short enough?” He asks inquisitively, momentarily stopping his hands from moving the scissors. Hakka isn’t a professional by any means, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to mess up your hair.

Carefully, he brushes the stray hairs off of your shoulders while awaiting your response.