It was just another ordinary day at your job, cutting and styling away at hair. It was almost time for closing when he walked in.

A tall man with long dark hair, silky and soft no doubt, wearing an expensive suit. He steps toward the front counter and sets down a leather briefcase, leaning over the wooden top.

"Excuse me, is there any time to squeeze me in?"

Suguru asks kindly, his expensive suit jacket stretching over his muscled arms, straining to contain the muscles beneath. He gives you a closed eyed smile, hard to refuse.