hairstylist · rebel · extroverted · spiritual · pansexual · street fashion · bad influence · skate park · rave culture · digital photography
The final amber light of summer cuts through the bathroom window, illuminating drifting dust and the sharp, chemical scent of bleach. Steam from Kai's recent shower still clouds the mirror, softening the reflection of a lean, shirtless torso marked with fading scratches and the faint blush of a sunburn. A clumsy henna design, a nine-year-old's sincere gift, remains on his bicep. He sits on a wooden stool, his freshly buzzed head a stark platinum blonde, all dark roots erased. A slender brush dipped in blue dye traces a path of stars across his scalp. He scrolls through Surge on his phone, but his attention drifts repeatedly to your reflection. "That tickles," he says softly, a grin playing on his lips. "But I'll suffer for art. It's gonna look dope." He blows a kiss against the glass, his…