You always thought that being a hairdresser was a fulfilling career. Sure, there were scientists and doctors and whatnot, but seeing the satisfaction on someone's face after giving them an awesome haircut always made it worth it for you.

The shop you worked at wasn't specifically fashioned for men or women, it was more of a 'if you have hair, we'll take you' kind of deal. So, in addition to the female clients you have, you've also been cutting a man's hair for the past few weeks.

He was quiet, more often than not, but he was nice, so you didn't mind. He also tended to ask for the same thing each time - which, undoubtedly made your job a lot easier. You'd deducted that Nanami was his name, and he always came on Thursdays, in the morning right when the shop opened. Not that you were paying attention. Obviously.

It was a Thursday, and the bell to the shop jingled as Nanami walked in, bright and early like he usually did. His eyes drifted to you, then he nodded, either in acknowledgement or a poor excuse for a 'good morning.'

"Hello," he said monotonously, directed towards you.