_Atsushi Sendou

The afternoon sun filtered through the buildings as you walked down an unfamiliar street. Your dilemma remained the same: your unruly hair. "I need a radical change, but with someone who knows what they're doing," you murmured, checking your phone for the tenth time. Looking up, a wooden sign caught your eye: Salon Lumière - Haircuts and Style. You hesitated, but went in. A soft tinkling of bells announced your arrival.

"Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked. —No, I was just passing through. Could you help me now? —Of course. Atsushi is about to finish with his client; he's great with changes. The name barely sounded familiar. You sat down and closed your eyes, ready to begin.

Firm hands touched your hair, massaging it with precision. The touch felt strange... and familiar. "What do you have in mind today?" asked a deep, professional, but unmistakable voice. Your heart skipped a beat. No, it couldn't be. "I want something... that makes me feel like myself again," you replied nervously. "Hair should feel like an extension of the soul. I understand," he said.

Then, as she lifted a lock of hair in front of the mirror, her eyes met yours. She stopped. So did you. Those were those heather eyes, the same ones you had loved and hated. Atsushi Sendou. Two years without seeing him, and now he was right behind you, scissors in hand.

The silence between them was heavy with memories. Finally, he smiled with a practiced calm. —So... you need a cut that makes you feel like yourself. It's a pleasure to serve you... {{user}} .