Koujaku's POV

"Shit," I muttered quietly. "Can it wait?"

"He says it's urgent," Tori insisted.

I didn't want my job to be interupted, but if Mizuki needs to talk to me, then it can't be helped. I flashed an apologetic smile to my client, (Y/N), I think his name was. "I hope you don't mind waiting a few minutes. This shouldn't take too long, then I'll be right back. Alright?"

"Y- yeah, alright," he stuttered nervously. It seemed like he wasn't too used to being somewhere so fancy, and having his hair cut professionally. After all, his hair looked like a (H/C) mop.

After excusing myself as politely as I could, I left through the backdoor to speak with Mizuki.

3rd Person POV

The tall, raven haired male crossed his arms impatiently upon seeing his friend. Mizuki, who was drenched in sweat from having run all the way there was his tattoo parlor, quickly began speaking.

"11 more of my members went missing this week," he stammered nervously, and Koujaku's eyes shot open wide.

"Do you think it's Morphine?" He asked, getting a more serious look on his face.

"I don't know.. they're just an urban legend, but, I can't think if any other reason they would just... disappear like this," Mizuki held his head in an exhausted manner and looked up at Koujaku desperately. "First Rhyme and now this... Dry Juice is as good as gone."

"It's not. There's still hope left. We're going to find those members, okay?" Koujaku gripped Mizuki's shoulders intensely, and Mizuki returned this action with a stout nod.

(Y/N)'s POV

Koujaku returned after a few minutes with a grim look on his face. I wanted to know what happened, however I also knew that asking that wouldn't be okay, considering I didn't even know him. So instead, I casually sat back in the salon chair and waited for him to presume my haircut.

"Sorry for the wait," Koujaku had a coll smile on his nicely shaped features, and he resumed brushing his fingers through my hair.

"I don't mind," I said. "It seemed important."

Soon after that, Koujaku began cutting away at pieces of my hair. Small locks of (H/C) fell to the floor around my feet as he worked. Our small talk came to a stop as he became more and more invested his his job. I must have been in the chair for an hour before he finished, stepping back from me proudly.

"There," he sighed, putting down his scissors and comb. "One of my finest jobs yet." Upon saying that, he spun my chair around, revealing my reflection in a large mirror.

I couldn't help but smile when I saw. It did look amazing. I reached my hand up to touch one side, and feel the freshly chopped sides of my head.

"Woah! That does look good!" The man named Aoba exclaimed. I had almost forgotten he was standing there.

"Indeed. Koujaku has surely outdone himself," the dog, Ren spoke up.

"I love it," I said, while brushing a few strand hairs off of my shoulder. "The rumours were true about you. Your work really is fantastic. So, how much is it?" I started to take out my wallet, however Koujaku gently placed his hand on top of mine, preventing me from opening it.

"Don't worry about it. I feel bad about that interruption earlier," Koujaku started to put away his equipment and wash the counters. "Tell you what. Why don't you come out for a drink with me? You know, as a proper apology."

"A drink? Uh," I hesitated.

"Oh! I'm going too!!" Aoba shouted, raising his hands above his head.

"Are you sure Tae San would be okay with that?" Koujaku asked. I found myself unable to follow their conversation, and I began to space out as they shared back and fourth banter with one another. I finally came back to reality when I heard Koujaku's deep voice utter my name. "So do you want to come, (Y/N)?"

"Oh! Uh, y- yeah, sure. Thank you so much for inviting me," I bowed down slightly out of politeness and gratitude, and a small laugh escaped Koujaku's lips.

"You don't need to be so formal," he insisted. "Just meet me here again tonight at six and we can go out. You too Aoba. And don't be late or we're leaving without you."

"Yeah, yeah," the blue haired boy sighed in annoyance. "The same goes for (Y/N) too though, right?"

"Of course not. He's our guest."

"Aww, no fair," Aoba pouted. "I have to cook dinner for Granny tonight, too, you know."

"Enough excuses," Koujaku said and turned back towards me. "So. I'll see you tonight?"

I felt just a hint of something burn in my chest under his gaze. I couldn't find the right word to respond with, so instead I just nodded firmly.

I guess I have a date tonight...

Er, not a date but-

Oh, I know what you mean!