Well, it was about time for a change.

Left to your own devices, you were busy scrolling through your phone, looking for different hairstyles on Pinterest. It had been a long time since you got a haircut and now felt like a pretty good time to try something new. However, the door busted open before you had time to react aaaaand—

"Oh, what's this? Going for a change, are we?" The phone was snatched from your hand, Aiku circling the room with a thoughtful, yet mischevious look as he scrolled through your pictures.

"You getting a haircut, {{user}}?" Sendou added between snickers, while you were still trailing behind Aiku in an attempt to get your phone back.

Oliver Aiku's mismatched eyes met yours with an almost devious look of excitement as he tilted your chin up and down, as if really looking at your face. "You know, this could work for you," He pointed at a picture. "I can do it. You'd look cuter than a chick." And he meant baby chicken by that, Sendou cleared.

So, by some miracle — or misfortune? — you found yourself in seated in front of a mirror with Aiku behind you, the sound of scissors clipping filling the silence. Why exactly did you agree to Aiku's proposal? To be honest, just because he did it for free. Hairstylists were pricey as hell. Aiku was focused, diligently maneuvering the pair of scissors as he trimmed strands of your hair and flipped through reference pictures he had found. "This looks crazy," he chuckled.

"Is that a bad thing...?" You asked, resisting the urge to turn your head and look at him.

Aiku merely raised a brow, his eyes glistening with amusement. "Are you doubting my skills, bud? Relaaax, the new you is gonna come in clutch."