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“Kojiro, if you come any closer with that, you are dead.”
“Aw, come on. I’m trying to help you here !”
“I already told you like four times ! I don’t need your goddamn help, you gorilla.”
Kojiro frowned.
“Kaoru, don’t be an ass. You don’t get a choice here. We need to do this. It’ll be stuck in your hair forever, otherwise.”
“I’ll go get a professional for that. Now leave.”
Kaoru’s eyes showed anger behind his glasses.
“Kaoru, if you go to a real hairdresser, you’ll have to wait for an appointment and shit. In the meantime, it’ll get stuck even more, it’ll be impossible to get it out. If we do it now, we might get a chance to take it out without cutting anything.”
Silence.
“...fine. But you better get it out without any scissors.”
“I’m not the one who wasted time arguing ! Don’t blame me for that, moron !”
“Whatever, idiot.”
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“Ow ! You’re tugging too hard- ow !” Kaoru complained, sitting on a chair in front of Kojiro’s bed. “I’m trying not to, asshole ! But you keep moving ! Can’t you just stay fucking still ?!” “Not if you keep ripping my goddamn hair out, stupid !”
It went on like this for two hours. Constantly insulting each other, but still trying to be helpful. To be frank, I didn’t work.
“Kaoru, it won’t work. We gotta cut this shit out.”
The cherry blossom haired teen’s eyes widened and he turned around to look at his dorm roommate. “No, Kojiro, no. I am not cutting my hair. No fucking way. Just keep trying, I won’t move, please, just-” You could hear how desperate he was to keep his locks. “I’m sorry, Kaoru, but… I mean, if you want to, we can ask a teacher if-” “Are you kidding me ? How are we going to explain that I sneaked out of the dorm just to chill at a skate park ?” Kojiro sighed. “We don’t have to tell them everything. Just, maybe an adult would do… better than me, without scissors.”
Kaoru looked down. “Kojiro, please. Don’t make this worse for me. Keep trying. If in, let’s say, another thirty minutes you can’t do it, then… you can cut it.” The green haired teen sighed but agreed. “Fine. Half an hour. After that, scissors. Promise me you’ll let me do it. Don’t back off later. We can’t let that stuff in there forever.” Small tears were forming in Kaoru’s eyes. “Yeah… I promise.”
Kaoru’s hair was extremely important to him. Back when Kojiro had met him, in kindergarten, it had already been long for a boy, reaching just below his shoulders with cute, asymmetrical bangs. He had always kept those uneven bangs, just growing them longer so they would frame his face. Kojiro knew that at the beginning, Kaoru had just liked long hair on himself, but in middle school, he had started growing it even longer just to annoy his parents.
Sometimes, he would come to school with bruises on his body, from his parents hitting him. But he always protected his hair. Kaoru’s father told him more than once that it was too feminine and that he needed to cut it, but he never listened. Instead, it grew longer, to the point where it reached his hips. At the beginning of high school though, after he had ‘trimmed ‘it, it reached his mid-back. Kojiro remembered how angry Kaoru had been after asking for a trim but getting more than 8 inches cut off.
Whatever. Kaoru loved his hair and that was a fact. Usually, he would not let anyone touch his hair, after the incident of the ‘trim’, but now, he didn’t get a choice.
“’Kay. Thirty minutes over. I’ll get the scissors now.” Kojiro said, a pained smile on his face. “I’m sorry, Kaoru.” The pink haired teen didn’t react to that. Instead, he asked “How short will it have to be ? It won’t be as short as yours, right ?” Kojiro shook his head. “Not that short, don’t worry. But I’ll have to cut more than you’d like.”
Kaoru gulped. “Fine. Get over with it.”
He felt the gentle hands run through his matted hair again, this time accompanied by a metal blade. “I’ll cut it all out first and then we’ll even it out, okay ?” Kojiro asked and Kaoru simply nodded.
Snip
Kaoru flinched.
“There you go. The disaster has been removed.” A small pile of matted, pink hair with blue gum in it was dropped onto Kaoru’s lap.
“You look like shit right now.” Kojiro teased and got hit into the leg by his friend.
“Which is the reason why I am trusting you to fix this, idiot.”
Silence.
“What ?”
“What ?”
“What did you just say ?”
“Idiot ?”
“No, no, before.”
“No idea what you are talking about.”
“You said you trusted me.”
Kaoru’s eyebrows went up.
“Oh really, did I ?”
“Yeah !”
“Don’t remember. Didn’t happen.”
“Ah, jeez. Forget it.”
The scissors filled the silent room with their snipping noise. It was a nice feeling for Kojiro to finally get to touch the soft, blossom colored locks, but Kaoru was tensed up the whole time, trying to get over with it quickly.
“Okay. I think it looks fine now. Wanna see ?” Kojiro asked after some time.
Kaoru nodded, slowly getting up and walking up to a mirror.
“Oh god.” he said.
His hair reached just above his shoulders, an inch under his chin, in an even bob cut. His bangs were still framing his face, but they had been trimmed down to the same length.
“It’s so fucking short.”
“But it looks amazing, doesn’t it ?” Kojiro asked, cheerfully.
“I guess. But next time, I’m cutting your hair. And I won’t have any mercy left for you, bastard.”
Kojiro simply laughed. This wasn’t too bad. He had done a great job and his friend (and obviously secret crush) looked stunning. Not that he hadn’t already looked amazing with long hair, but short hair suited him even more.