"Oi, Shirabu! What's up with your sets lately?" Kiwi-kun asked.

"I agree with Kawanishi, your sets have not been the most accurate since yesterday." Ushijima-san chimed in.

I looked away, embarrassed. Why have they not been accurate? My bangs have been in the way of my eye-sight, and I couldn't get a reservation with my barber, who is my boyfriend somehow, yet.

"I'll have that fixed soon." I sighed.

"Do you need to get glasses, Kenjirou?" Tendou-san asked.

"No, Tendou-san. I don't need glasses." I shook my head.

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"Hey, Kenjirou! What's up?"

"(Y/n), my bangs are too long. Can you cut them?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm free today. Just drop by my place or something." (Y/n) replied.

"Hm, yeah, OK. Bye."

"Bye, Shira-bangsie~"

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled into the phone. I heard a laugh as (Y/n) hung up the phone. 'Fuckin tease... I love him.

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"Hey, Kenjirou!" (Y/n) smiled as I entered his shop. The nostalgia flowing within me right now was immense.

"Hey, (Y/n)." I replied.

"So, I gotta cut your bangs?" he asked.

"Yeah." I answered as he set up the barber chair.

"Well? Sit down." He smiled.

I did as he wanted, and I swear to god, just memories after memories flowed into my brain.

"Hm, well, here I go." (Y/n) smiled.

He started to measure the locks of extra hair with his fingers or something like that, like every other time I've gotten my bangs cut here. I remember the first time I got my haircut here so clearly. It was when I was in my first year.

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We were at a 'Next, Next Gen Captains of The Miyagi Prefecture + Some Others' conference thing. Well, it was just us, next gen captains, at a cafe. There was me, Yahaba (Seijoh), Terushima (Johzenji), Ennoshita (Karasuno), Futakuchi (Date Tech), Akaashi (Fukurodani from Kanto), and Yamamoto (Nekoma from somewhere in Tokyo). We were pretty much just doing random stuff until I brought up the fact that my bangs had grown too much, but I can't find a good barber.

"Oh, my elder brother's a barber. I can ask him to cut your hair for you. He's a third year at Shiratorizawa, too, so you might've met him before." Terushima told me.

"Oh, OK."

And I decided to follow Terushima to get my haircut by (Y/n). I found him rather cute with his glimmering (e/c) eyes, and long-flowing (h/c) hair. He cut my bangs pretty good, so I decided to keep coming here to get my haircut until I fully developed a crush. I remember when I decided to confess to him.

"Terushima-san." I called while he was cutting my hair.

"Just call me (Y/n), I told you this, Shirabu-kun." (Y/n) replied. His breath hit my ear, leaving me to shiver a bit.

"Right, (Y/n)-san, just call me Kenjirou."

"Mhm, Kenjirou." He smiled. I felt my face flush as he said that. And looking at a mirror, only to be met with a red-faced reflection of myself didn't make me feel much better about myself.

"I have to tell you something." I told him.

"Mhm, go ahead."

"... I'm in love with you." I confessed.

"Really? OK." He said as he continued to cut my hair.

"So did you just reject me or...?" I asked.

"No, I love you too." He smiled as he cut some extra locks of my hair.

"Is that your reaction to me confessing to you, especially if you love me back?" I asked, more confused than I've ever been.

"If I get excited your bangs will be fucked, and you wouldn't want that."

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I woke up on (Y/n)'s bed. I checked the clock. 4 am. I guess I fell asleep or something.

"Oh, you woke up?" (Y/n) asked.

"Yeah. Did I wake you up?" I asked.

"Kind of, but whatever. You should go back to sleep, Kenjirou, you have super dark bags under your eyes." (Y/n) said as he pulled me back to bed.

"Yeah, I haven't slept much lately." I yawned.

"Exactly, so sleep." He said as I snuggled into his chest.

"Sweet dreams, darling."

"Good night, Shira-bangsie."

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

(Y/n) chuckled. "Go to sleep, Kenjirou or you'll be grumpy in the morning."

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