There, here we are," he said as he threw open the door of his apartment, motioning for you to enter.
It was a small apartment with a tiny kitchen, a small couch, a small TV, a small dinner table with two chairs, and two other doors which would probably lead to the bedroom and bathroom.
It wasn't messy, but it wasn't clean either; a normal student apartment.
"Okay, so," he said, closing the door, "I really hope you'll be able to help me out."
You were looking around the room when he chuckled.
"Done looking around?"
"Oh, I'm sorr-" you cut yourself off with a squeal as you turned around and saw he had lowered his head, revealing swishy purple-haired handsome as your co-worker had said, though a chunk of his swishy purple bangs in front of his right eye was missing.
"Is it that bad!?" he exclaimed, looking more panicked than anything.
"No, no, no!" you said quickly, waving your hands, "It didn't have to do with your hair, Minamisawa-kun."
"Eh?" He stared at you just as you realized your mistake, slapping your hands in front of your mouth.
"I, I mean, uhm..." you opened and closed your mouth, but nothing would come out.
"So you did remember my name then," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"W-what?" you stammered, looking in confusion at him.
"Well, you're the hairdresser that did my hair last week, [L/n] [F/n], right?" he said.
"You – you remember my name?" you asked, dumbfounded.
"Of course I did; you did my hair perfectly, so of course I would remember your name," he said, sounding impatient.
"You really think so?"
"Yeah, why else would I insist that you would fix this," he said, motioning to his ruined hair.
You stared at him for a while longer before it came through your thick skull that you should do something now.
"R-right! I'll start on it right away!" you said, searching for your comb and scissors in your bag.
You heard the scraping of a chair and turned towards the source, seeing that Minamisawa was already seated for her to begin.
"Don't you need a towel?" you asked, walking a few steps in his direction.
He hummed before pulling his shirt over his head, making you flush a bright red and turn your face away.
"W-what are you doing?" you stuttered.
"It's easier like this. I'll just take a shower after you're finished," he said, sounding unimpressed.
"B-but – "
"What?" He turned his head around to give you a questioning look, your cheeks only reddening more.
"I'm sorry, I, I need to see properly first," you muttered.
"Go ahead," he said, turning around again.
You took a deep breath and slowly approached the man, refraining from asking what exactly happened. You should first fix it, even though it meant that you had to cut his bangs quite a bit, which was an absolute shame