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“Koujaku, all he wants is a little hair cut.”
“Koujaku, this boy can have my appointment if you're already booked for the month.”
The hair dresser sighs and contemplates for a moment. This big American boy wanders into his establishment looking like a lost foreigner. And with a thick American accent, he asks if he can get his hair cut here. All the ladies in the room swoon at how adorable the kid is when he starts to pout after Koujaku refuses to give in. How can someone towering over six feet tall look like a kicked puppy?
“You do know there are plenty of other shops that strictly cater to men, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then why pick mine?”
The American scratches the skin underneath his chin, “Call it... intuition.”
“Huh?”
“You seem like a guy who's gentle while cutting hair.” The big man child smiles directly at Koujaku,
“All these pretty ladies here speak highly of you and so,” puffing out his chest, he adds, “I want my hair to be cut by the best!”
Maybe it wouldn't hurt to make this a one time thing. The foreigner’s hair is quite fascinating to look at.
It would be nice to touch it at least once. Strange, the American reminds Koujaku of someone, but who? He's never met anyone like this boy in the past. The last time he felt like touching a man's hair was Aoba's. Mentally shaking his head, Koujaku knows it's not best to dwell on it.
“Fine. Come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you your appointment date.”
Towering over the owner, the boy shakes the other's hand vigorously, “Thank you so much! My name is Howakhan by the way.”
“You can call me Koujaku.”
What has he gotten himself into?