[F/n]-chan~ I'm going home, okay?" your co-worker said after a while, slapping you on the back. "You'll lock the doors, right?"
"Sure," you answered, smiling as the woman picked up her coat and walked to the door.
"Don't do naughty things," she said, suddenly smiling rather devilishly, "like looking in the reservations book for the name of swishy purple-haired handsome on the page of Wednesday last week at two pm, okay~? See you Monday~" And with that she was out of the door.
You stared at the door, your mouth hanging slightly open. Could you do that? Should you do that?
You glanced at the front desk where the book lay on, the front cover looking far more inviting than ever.
Biting you lower lip in thought, you already were next to the desk before you even noticed.
Shooting a long glance behind you, a guilty look on your face, you concentrated on the book in front of you again.
You inhaled deeply as you flipped the book open, quickly making your way to last week's Wednesday. Your finger going down the time schedule until you reached two o'clock in the midday.
There was only one name there: Minamisawa Atsushi.
You exhaled a breath you hadn't noticed you had been holding this entire time as you looked at the name.
You let out a squeal when you finally noticed you had theoretically been invading someone's privacy and slammed the book close. You grabbed your coat as well and quickly left the shop.
Just as you were locking the door, you heard hasty footsteps that came to an abrupt stop next to you.
"Are you closing?" a rather rough voice asked.
"Yes, sorry," you said, not looking at the person as you put the keys of the salon inside your jacket.
The person cursed as you looked up, though you couldn't even see anything of his face because of the hood he was wearing.
"You can just make a reservation for tomorrow," you said, giving the, you assumed he was, man a look.
"It can't wait that long!" the man howled.
"I'm really sorry," you turned to leave, "but I have to g-"
"Wait!" he said, grabbing your arm.
"What?" you asked, blinking and staring at him.
"You're a hairdresser, right? You can do mine now! I'll pay you! Just name your price!" he said, almost sounding desperate.
You looked at him, taken aback. "Whatever happened to your hair that it needs fixing now?" you asked, carefully.
"You'll see if you agree to help me," he said, his voice colder again. "So, are you?"
"I can't just agree to helping you!" you exclaimed.
"Why not!?" he yelled.
"Because I haven't even finished my study yet! I might make it worse!" you yelled back.
"I highly doubt you will! And why are you closing up a hairdressing salon when you should still study?" he asked, trying to keep his voice down.
"I'm an intern!" you huffed, slightly desperate.
"If you're sort of hired by a hairdresser then you're a good enough one! Now will you help me, yes or no?" he asked once again, clutching your arm tighter.
You stared at him, not knowing anymore things to say. Vaguely, you saw red with golden eyes shining from underneath the hood.
Uhm," you started, "I can try, I suppose."
"Thank you!" he said, relieved. "Let's go to my apartment."
"Eh?" you exclaimed before he pulled you along, rushing through the streets.
He finally let go of you when you reached an apartment complex, quickly opening the door and dragging you inside.
"I live on the fourth floor but there aren't any elevators, so we need to take the stairs," he said.
"Oh, okay," you answered, finally allowed to walk on your own.
As the two of you climbed the stairs in silence you became more and more curious as to who was under that hood. Those eyes certainly had been captivating, even though you hadn't seen much of them.