[Various x F! Reader]
Attempting to start a new life after reform school shouldn't involve the Tokyo Manji Gang.
Nor should it involve all the bullshit you were suddenly dragged through.
PART 2 IS NOW OUT
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New Path
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"Damn, no one knew how to cut hair in reform school?"
You're sitting on a stool in the middle of your bathroom, facing the mirror. Behind you, Mitsuya is carefully snipping your hair with a pair of scissors, trying to blend the chopped off area into the rest.
"They're not exactly handing out scissors." You scoff. "Why does it feel like you're going short?!"
"Cause he is!" A voice laughs, followed by a pair of hands slamming onto the counter, making both you and Mitsuya flinch.
"Oi, Nahoya! I told you specifically to stay out!" Mitsuya scolds the boy, waving the pair of scissors in his direction. "Souya! I said keep an eye on your brother!"
"I'm busy, jackass!"
"Please tell me you didn't mess my hair up again."
"Oh my god!" Mitsuya throws his hands up in defeat, growing overstimulated by the twins and your behavior. "I'm done anyways! Now stop cutting your own hair!"
"He was ripping it from my scalp!" You try to stand from the stool, but Mitsuya pushes you back down by your shoulders.
"Nope, from now on, we're keeping your hair pulled back." He demands, checking out your hair to see which style is more suitable.
"You can't decide that!"
"Make her look like she's from Whoville."
"Nahoya, I'm not telling you again! Go finish cooking with your brother!"
"Fine!"
You huff, growing exhausted by the minute. "I swear I didn't invite them."
If it's not obvious by now, the Kawata twins are also in your home. They've been in the kitchen for the most part, cooking some dish Souya wanted to keep a surprise until Mitsuya finished trimming your hair.
You're not sure why you put so much trust into him to do your hair, you were never really a fan of any of the boy's choice of hairstyle. Some of which are even concerning. Yet, here you are, letting Mitsuya styling your hair so that it's out of your face, and still is simple to throw up for fights.
"See how much of a difference this makes?" Mitsuya does some final touch ups to your hair, somehow impressing himself with his own work. "Should I add your hair charms?"
"If you want me to slap you." You shove his hands away and stand from the stool, without being forced back down.
"Aw what? Little [nickname] always had her clip-ons." He teases, earning a punch to his shoulder. "Hey! Oh my god, [name], relax!"
"You can take them and give them to your sisters for all I care."
"Little things like that really bother you, huh?" He starts to pack away his equipment. "Just because you hate your brother, don't take it out on-"
