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- TWO MORE MONTHS HAD PASSED AFTER I MET KILLUA, I was still alone in the apartment and Jordi was still teaching me Nen and the alphabet. But today would Bisky comeback and I was already so exited to see her after such a long time.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Jordi laid both of his hands on my shoulders from behind. My heart was racing, I felt nervous by just imagining it. But I had to do it. "I asked you, are you sure?" I closed my eyes and took a deep inhale. "Yes. Do it." I breathed out.
Slice.
About 12cm of my hair got cut. A warm tear rolled down my cheek. Jordi noticed it through the mirror in front of me.
"It's okay, y/n." He patted my shoulder and then took out the razor to straighten it. I started sobbing. "Why are you crying, I thought you wanted that?"
"I said, 5cm. Not fucking 30!" I scream-cried, but Jordi wasn't bothered by that. "It was dry anyways." I frowned at him through the mirror. This should be my decision not his.
For the record, I wanted a glow up before the story line would begin so I decided to get a hair cut plus a few pink streaks.
Jordi was at first not really impressed by my idea but then said I should do whatever I want with my hair. Good for him, because I would do it anyways.
I also started helping Jordi with his jobs. Unexpectedly or not he hat various hunter jobs but his most famous service was his dead-body-remove.
Like when I helped him with that rat guy before, I helped him getting rid of other killed people from various hunters. The first time I was still disgusted and scared and told him I wouldn't do this shit. For free.
So he started giving me 40% of his payment. And even when it not even was the half, it was still a lot. My new income let me allow to buy me a lot of clothes, like a tone.
The imagine of me being a character in an anime with a shit tone of good outfits made me feel good.
Jordi meant my style was weird but I think it was just too good for him to comprehend. I would definitely not be the kind of person who wears an outfit for more than a hundred episodes. No shade to Gon.
