Well, he can't backtrack now.

He's already gone and cut Satoru's hair, snipped a little too close to his scalp. Now, he's just trying to reverse the damage he's done to Satoru's, once, luscious locks.

Shoko blames his lack of glasses. Occasionally remarking that he needed a prescription. He denies that he needs glasses. Pretends that the slight fog in his gaze is just a result of a lack of sleep.

It probably was.

Shoko pipes up next to him. "Did you mess up?"

Satoru's reaction is instant. He's starting to sweat nervously.

"Don't say that out loud. He can hear you." Suguru mutters awkwardly, grabbing a few strands between his fingers, and snipping away at the ends.

He wasn't an expert, it seems.