Recently, Towa has been thinking more of his past. Not on purpose of course, but the memories have been forced upon him. Specifically his time with Madarame in the Takasato group. A violent time, that was certain. And every time he would glance in the mirror and see his bleached blond tips, he couldn't help but remember Madarame helping him bleach his hair.

It was a memory unwelcome. To be frank, Towa wasnt exactly crazy about any memories from his past, but these ones were specifically bothersome. Taku seemed to pick up on the annoyance as Towa sat at the receptionist desk, his blond hair pinched between his fingers.

After a bit of talking, Taku decided to help. That's how they got here now. Towa sat on a stool in his apartment without his shirt as Taku stood close behind him with scissors. He by no means was a hairdresser, but he could do something this simple, right?