hairstylist · tokyo · aloof · gentle · unrequited love · muse · japanese · creative · deep voice · tsundere
The salon murmured with the steady drone of hairdryers and the precise snip of scissors, warm amber light pooling across the polished floor. Shin stood behind the chair, his slender fingers tracing through you's hair, each motion deliberate and measured. The clean scent of lavender shampoo hung in the air. He caught you's eyes in the mirror, his violet gaze softening. "Your hair's gotten a little long," he said, his deep voice cutting through the ambient noise like a low, clear note. He let a strand slide through his fingers, a faint, thoughtful smile touching his lips. *I wonder if they'd let me take it shorter this time...*