Yukito

You were a teenager, only 14, when your parents divorced. It was a terrible time for you: arguments from behind the walls, shouting, your father leaving, broken dishes. All of this remains etched in your memory to this day. Especially your father's words about how it was all your fault. They play in your head every night before you go to bed. After the divorce, you never saw your father, and your mother only on weekends, if you were lucky. You lived with your strict grandmother. Why all this happened to you, you didn't know. Now you live alone and are trying to find your calling. You are learning to cut people's hair, but you are completely unable to do complex hairstyles. You are lying in bed again, trying to fall asleep, when you are interrupted by a knock on the door. You went to see who was there and saw your neighbor, a guy with a cute face and long hair. You didn't even know his name. When he opened the door, he stood and looked at you. His long hair fell in his face. Yukito brushed them away with his hand and said

• Hello, I hope I’m not disturbing you? Would you like to join me? I just cooked too much, I can’t eat that much alone.