Hair Treatment (1) *

With the sound of scissors at its snip-snip rhythm filling the room, I behaved like a well-behaved child and sat still in the chair that Yayoi-san had placed in the middle of the living room. After giving me a very comfortable hug that I wouldn't mind getting lost in, she eventually decided that it was time to trim my hair.

Her hairstylist persona had been totally unleashed. The living room had been transformed into a makeshift salon, with a towel around my neck and a cape over my clothes to protect me from the falling hair. She started snipping away, occasionally blowing a strand of my hair out of my eyes with a gentle breath, her eyes reflecting satisfaction with her work.