Crimson & Clover//AkashiSeijuroXReader

Rain Clouds

The sky was covered with clouds, everything was grey. Perfect day for a funeral. The wuthering sound of the winds, dust and leaves storming through the city. The streets are not as crowded as they should be on a Saturday afternoon. Today is the prelims final but you're not going. You have to attend the student council meeting at 5. You walked down an empty pavement and entered a salon that you searched up just this morning on Google. It was the only one closest to your place.

The bells chimed as you pushed the door open. The lady behind the desk greeted you and asked what you'd like to get done.

"I'm not sure I just want to chop off all my hair, a buzzcut would do"

"oh my why would you wanna do that? you have such beautiful hair", she got up and came out from behind her desk. Now that she was near, you could read her name tag, Sachiko, meaning child of joy. She looked like her name. She made you sit at the dresser and went into a staff-only room.

The salon wasn't big it had only two dressers champagne in colour, with gold-rimmed vintage square-shaped mirrors and two big round lights on either side of each mirror, one at the bottom and one at the top. The room was of muted olive colour with a small black chandelier with candles for bulbs. The dresser chairs were bottle green, and the sette behind was also green with a floral pattern. The wall with all the cabinets and closets with dyes and tools and gadgets, was covered in brick print. There were many paintings in various shapes of frames, most of them were portraits. There weren't any pictures of the salon on the internet, so it was surprising to find such a neat place.

Sachiko came back and brought a tired-looking man with her. The man was wearing a loose full-sleeved black t-shirt with sweatpants. He had shaggy long hair, probably a wolf cut which hadn't been styled in a while, a lip piercing and a safety pin as an earring. He also had a silver cross on and there were tattoos on his knuckles. His presence was captivating. His eye bags added to his character.

"This the chick who wants a buzzcut?" he yawned.

Sachiko nodded.

He folded his arms and bent to your level to get a closer look at your face. He squinted and studied your face for a few seconds then went back to his initial posture. Your hollow eyes followed him. He scratched his neck, looked at the ceiling, yawned again, closed his eyes and went into deep thinking. The room fell silent, if there was a spider you could hear it crawling. The man fell asleep.

"Are you asleep again?" Sachiko exclaimed and shook him by the elbow. He came back to earth.

"no way"

"What do you mean no way?" you finally spoke.

"You in high school?" you nodded, "as suspected, buzzcut is not what you wanna do to yourself in high school, get it done in college people will think you're edgy and not bully you, how about a cut that is cuter and more suitable for a highschooler"

"I just want some load off so doesn't matter what hairstyle you give me, I'll probably, definitely cry about it later but right now I just want to see some part of me get cut off", you lament.

"I see the vision", he sighs.

The tired man goes on to wash your hair first. His fingers massaged your scalp so gently that you fell asleep, it was therapeutic. He gave you a blunt bob cut with soft wispy bangs and then showed you how to blow dry your hair so it doesn't look flat. The fresh cut felt nice but also left you wondering how long the feeling would last until you go back into that slump.

*STUDENT COUNCIL ROOM*

The council room was filled with unknown faces. You tried to find Quinn or Mizuki, but neither was there yet. So you sat drawing circles on a notepad at one corner of the room. The meeting starts at 5 and it is 4:55 now. The secretary spotted you from across the room and walked up to you.