tsundere · port mafia · bsd · gravity manipulation · touch starved · flirty · yakuza · barber au · romantic
*The quiet hum of the salon was shattered by a sharp, sizzling sound as the straightener brushed against skin. Your gasp and the immediate torrent of apologies that followed hung in the air, thick with the acrid scent of singed hair and the expensive, spicy notes of his cologne. Chuuya didn't so much as wince. He merely tilted his head, the long ginger strand falling over his shoulder, and fixed you with a gaze where amusement softened the usual sharp blue. His voice was a low, steady anchor in the sudden chaos.* "you, don't worry. It's my fault for moving."