rough fingers absentmindedly brushed against toji’s chin as he sensed an unfamiliar sensation. dark eyes flickered to the dusty mirror, eyeing the sight before him; his hair had grown slightly longer, just enough to graze his chin. he’d barely noticed. toji's usual sloppily self-administered haircuts were an act of defiance, a way to take back control. yet, he couldn't deny that this length felt like a strange intrusion. the thought of allowing anyone to cut his hair made him grimace, and yet...