I've never done this one beforee..

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Today was the day.

The day I was finally going to take Goshiki to a goddamn Hairdresser.

Took me at least a year to get him to come with me and today was the only day he had agreed on coming with me.

So right now, it was 12 in the afternoon and I was literally pouncing on a sleeping Goshiki because he wanted to ditch me.

"Goshiki! You promised! You said you would, that's not fair!" I whine, punching him over the sheets he was covering himself with.

He groans, cuddling into the pillow even further. "(Y/n), no~" he whines back.

"Tsutomu, you promised you'd go, even if it was just to cut your split ends." I stop, straddling his body and he peeks from under the covers, giving me a guilty grin.

"Okay, okay, how about this..." He sits up straight. "I take you to the shopping centre, you buy a bunch of useless stuff we don't need for the house and we call it a day, huh?"

I glared at him, grabbing my pillow beside him and I started attacking him with it. "You're a liar, and if you don't come with me to the hairdresser, I will get us disqualified for the beach volley tournament," I smirk.

Last week, he had begged me to enter this dumb beach volleyball tournament, merely because it would be fun and the prize was a small figurine of his favourite international volleyball player. I had to refuse at least 100 times before I put up a deal with him.

"No, please, (Y/n), I beg you not to do that." He stood up fast, looking quite alarmed whilst I just smirked, feeling victorious.

"Then you better get dressed, because we," I stood up and walked away. "Are going to cut your hair!" 

I squealed happily, knowing that I had won this argument when I heard him groan and I quickly head over to the bathroom to get ready. I apply on some base, foundation and all that junk as usual and just as I'm about to call for Goshiki, he slowly walks down the stairs and pulls me along.

"Are you ready?" I ask him.

He doesn't say anything, he simply nods and I nod back, heading towards the car.

Since I'm the one that knows where this place is, I told him that I'd drive and to my surprise, he did allow me to. Unfortunately, Goshiki did hate the hairdresser or getting scissors near his hair, whatsoever so that's probably why he was as quiet as a hunting tiger the whole way to the hairdresser.

"It's here!" I exclaim, stopping the car as I pointed to my usual hairdresser.

Goshiki glances out the car with a nervous look and he turns to me. "(Y/n), my love, we don't have to do this-"

"Goshiki, we are doing it, and that's final. I have the director on speed dial." I glare as I show that I did in fact get the director of the tournament for tomorrow's phone number.

I see him gulp and he nods, slowly getting out of the car. I smile as he does so and I follow after him.

I watch with a grin as he approaches the door and just as he is about to turn around and run, we hear one of the ladies inside call for him. "(Y/n)! Dear! You've made it!"

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A few hours had passed and right now, we were leaving this hell (as Goshiki once called it) to head over to get some ice cream.

"Goshiki, look at me, it looks greats!" I let out a giggle, watching as he pouts adorably at me, averting his eyes from mine.

"No, it looks like shit, I could've been at home, eating my ice cream but you had to drag me over to this hell!" He pouts and whines like a kid, getting the attention of some people.

"Stop whining, you big baby, you're 24, you were bound to cut that bowl you had ontop of your head, it grew so much that I could braid it perfectly!" I exclaim.

He lifts his finger, ready to fire back some comment but his mouth closes shut and his eyes turn to the side.

"Uh, No comments, ain't it? That's because I am right," I laugh and we reach the ice cream store.

"Still! I liked it the way it was." He pouts again and we get in line to order.

"Well, maybe next time I'll let you choose a cut for me." I chuckle. "But you'll have to let me choose for you too."

He stays still for a second, his mind working the idea and he grins.

"Deal."