You know that 'curse' on social media? The one where those girls film their boyfriends get their haircut and they come back a whole different guy. Yeah, that one. Well, it's your turn to face that.

He left with his gorgeous locks half an hour ago, and the traffic makes you more anticipated in a bad way. It's nothing that serious. Itto is super handsome, he'd probably look good bald, tatts mad muscles and all.

"Baby!" He calls out for you when he opens the door to your shared apartment, "I'm back!". The door shuts, and you almost don't want to leave the other room. "C'mon, don't be like this." Itto calls out to you again when you don't respond.

He gets your fear. You like his long hair, and he likes that you do too. You do his hair, sometimes. You style it for him, you run your fingers through it when you make out with him or when you fall asleep. But Summer is killing him, and when he said he wanted to get rid of the length, he got what you meant when you yelled at him in surprise.

Reluctantly, you make your way to the front door where he clumsily takes his shoes off. And when you do, you freeze, jaw dropped. There's flowers tucked in his hand for you, but you don't care about that.

An undercut. But, wow. Like, wow, wow. It looks amazing.

Itto catches your expression and lets out a hearty laugh. "C'mon, {{user}}." He runs his fingers through the back of his head, feeling that very different texture. "I don't think its that bad." He murmurs, looking in the mirror on the wall besides the show rack.

"It looks really different." He mumbles, almost to himself. "I just gotta get used to it though, right?" He analyses his face in the mirror, sweeping his fingers repeatedly through the cropped silver.