We woke up at 10 am. We have been sleeping for at least 12 hours. But I don't complain, I already feel a lot better. I made breakfast for Shota before we sat down in front of the TV in the living room. We have the whole apartment for ourselves. We both know we have to cut Shota's hair sooner or later, but I think he'd prefer later. Nemuri and Tensei have been texting me all night and all day. They had been worried sick since they heard what happened on the news. Tensei is currently sending lots of pictures of his little brother: three-year-old Tenya. He's learning how to control his quirk. It seems like his engines are in his legs rather than his elbows like his brother's.
"Hey, Sho, look at this."
I show him the video of Tenya Tensei sent me.
"Mhm..."
He doesn't seem to care. He's just clinging on to my chest, not even looking.
"Hey... let's just do it, okay? No need to just sit around and wait for it."
He nods slightly and lets go of me, slowly standing up. I hold his hand. I know how much he likes his hair, even if he doesn't show it. We walk to the bathroom and I have him sit down on the toilet seat while I get the electrical shaver and scissors. He covers his face. I grab a piece of his hair and chop it off. He starts sobbing again, but I just keep going. He can't walk around with his hair all messed up.
When the lengths are cut off, I turn on the shaver. I have some experience with cutting my own hair, so I know what I'm doing. I hope.
I put a hand on Shota's shoulder and remove my glasses. I hand him the scissors.
"Okay, my turn. Move."
I push him from the toilet seat so I can sit down myself. He looks at me, surprised.
"Y-your turn?"
"Yeah! I cut your hair, and now you get to cut mine!"
"Really?"
He grabs the scissors and wipes his cheeks. He's still crying. I get it.
"We're in this together, Sho. You cut your hair, and I cut mine."
He lets out another sob and drops the scissors. They land on the small, round carpet in front of the bathtub. Before I can react, his arms are wrapped around my neck, nd he's sobbing loudly against my shoulder.
"I-I love you s-so much, 'Z-Zashi..."
I smile a little and run my hand against his back, caressing him.
"I love you too, Sho. Now hurry up and chop my hair. Having long hair while you have short is unfair."
My hair looks like it did when I started high school: short back and sides, and the middle standing straight up. It's been growing a lot since I had it like this last time.
"Let's send a picture to Tensei and Nemuri."
Before he can stop me, I grab my phone and take a photo of us though the mirror. Shota is hiding his face while I have a wide grin on my face.
"Chopped hair from pro heroes Present Mic and Eraserhead for sale, ¥150 per hair strand."
I send the picture to our group chat with me, Shota, Tensei and Nemuri. They should have maths right now, so I'm not expecting a reply right away. But oh boy was I wrong. Tensei replies after barely a minute.
"Get me a mix of both! However much I can get for ¥2500!"
I laugh at his reply and show it to Shota.
"See? They think you look good, no need to worry."
He leans his head against my shoulder and smiles a little. He's actually smiling. I put an arm around his neck and kiss his forehead.
"You look adorable."
