pt 4. hairdresser! geto with his tattoo artist gf
in which you shave your head and suguru is rather happy with the result.
the smudgy mirror in the bathroom of the apartment you shared with suguru reflects your shocked face. your hand was covering your mouth, in disbelief of how much you fucked up. your other hand held one of suguru's hair shears. one that he usually used to perform his immaculate hairdressing skill on you.
it really was pinterest's fault, in your defense. as a tattoo artist and funky hair enjoyer, you spend a lot of your time in that app. sourcing inspiration for your clients and hair references to force on your boyfriend. today your home feed fed you with the micro bang trend. micro bang with long hair. micro bang with layered hair. micro bang with a bob. micro bang with a pixie. like the pixie you have right now.
of course, dating suguru for almost 3 years now, you feel like you have enough experience to do it yourself. you've seen the master at work after all. how hard would a small micro bang would be, right?
that's when the snipping starts. starts slowly, then it gets a bit wonky but that's fine. more little snips. and then a bit more. then somehow you lost your grip on the shear. you feel it snip the hair. one long painful one. suddenly, the hair that fell was much more than before. you swear your heart dropped, if it didn't then it definitely did when you discover that you have cut a horrifying diagonal micro bang. you now have a right angle triangle as bangs.
there was no way to salvage this. it's a straight cut no jagged line as if it was done on purpose.
"fuck me....," you rub your face. stressing. panic rising.
your eyes travelled around the vanity top. looking for anything that could possibly save you from the abomination you created. then, suguru's red clippers came to view. it was electric and quite small. one that he usually uses to shave his stubbles. despite being a hairdresser, suguru has never done anything dramatic to his hair. like how you, despite being a tattoo artist, doesn't have an ink of tattoo on you. a trait that both of you giggled at at times.
your hand reached the clipper. well, you really only have one choice.
somehow the clarity with that fate came easily. you were never one to miss your locks anyway.
like usual, suguru came back at 5. the familiar sound of the door opening and closed made it known to you.
"bugggg, i'm home! where are you at?" suguru calls out. not seeing you on your usual evening spot.
he placed his bag down and plucked off his earphones, "bug?" he calls out again as he took off his hair tie. his long hair dropping like waterfall.
"in the bathroom!!!" you finally answer.
"you showering without me?" he teases as he jogs a little to the bathroom, not wanting to miss the moment if you did.
however, instead of you showering, he was met with you standing like a stick man. bathroom door open and hair everywhere.
a silence stops both of you.
"you've cut your hair," suguru said, looking at the gray patch on your head.
suguru blinks and shook his head, like he was dreaming. still standing like a stick man, you're already thinking of the worst scenarios. the least worst one being him making fun of you.
he then rubs and covered his face, "why?" he said in a tone you can't read.
"i..," you start embarrassingly, "i fucked up doing a micro bang,"
"hm," he hums, still covering his face. then his hand came down slowly, stopping just under his eyes. his purple eyes that seemed to be hazier than before.
"bug," he starts, "i don't think i've been more attracted to you like ever," he murmurs.
the man was flustered like a teen girl. even his stance was melting by the second as he looks at your new appearance.
you, of course, froze. this was not at all the reaction you expected. a smile formed on your face. a stupid smile.
"wha- uh," you blink a few times, "okay," the smile got wider to a chuckle.
then a full laughter came out of you, responding the state your boyfriend was in. your body folds as you cackle.
"is that bad?" suguru asked as he kept his stance.
you cackle some more then answered, "no! no!" a giggle, "not at all! i was just not expecting that," another cackle.
he starts to chuckle too. lowering his hand and walking over to you, "gosh," he says as he took your arms and straightened you up. then his hands travelled up to your cheeks. trapping your giggly face in his hands. his eyes glossed over you. all bald and pretty, clueless that you could rip out his heart right now and he wouldn't mind.
"you look pretty," he said, "oh yeah i got that while you were blushing," you replied, "ha!" he scoffs. his hand rubs the rough surface of your head. he planted a kiss on it too before backing up.
"can i paint on it?" he said with expectant eyes. you, now all smiles and teeth, nodded, "make me your canvas babe," you say.
after dinner, you found yourself sitting on a chair next to your vanity top. this time, the bathroom is clean from all the hair and in front of you was your boyfriend. suguru had took off his shirt, feeling rather hot tonight. his body was basically your canvas. every limb had your artwork on it. his hair was up again, exposing the small neck tattoo you did for him last month. a match with his two best friends, shoko and satoru. he had his hands busy, one holding a brush covered with bleach while the other (covered with plastic gloves) evening out the bleach on your micro hair.
when he pushes a little harder than should be you made a sound, "sorry buggy," he coos as he continued to the back of your head.
you also had to apologize soon after when he hissed at the feeling of cold cream on his freshly done tattoo, placed on the side of his rib. a cursive tattoo of your name that really locked you in with this man. in the most wonderful way of course.
"aaaa sorry sugu," you also hissed as his stomach contracts, "it's alright, not more painful than actually getting it done," he smirks which earned a chuckle from you.
not a bad end of day, despite having a hair emergency.