❝𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕠 𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠❞✔️ (1)

❤︎Chapter Eight❤︎

"I can be your new hairstylist! So, you have a salon chair around here...?" I start walking passed Yuji, but he throws out his arm to block me. When I turn to frown at him, he looks even more confused by the second.

"Do you ever get tired and just sit and be quiet?"

"How can I calm down at a time like this! I need to help you with that image of yours!"

Yuji seems to flinch at the word, but he doesn't look away from me. In fact, he puts his large hands on my shoulders to keep me still. They're heavy on me, but considerably gentle. Our gazes lock in the enchanting way they had when we were in the alley...

He has the most precious eyes and face...how could he have such a horrible image in the media! It can't be as bad as he's saying!

"Momoko." He says, the anger and frustration melting from his expression. He talks to me with a firmness in his tone, like he's talking to a child that doesn't understand anything unless it's dumbed down. "I don't need your help. It is what it is."

"Yuji, you have to do something at least...you said it yourself that your reputation sucks. How are you supposed to continue with that stagnant image? They hear things about you that make you seem like a bad boy, and your physical image does nothing to help the situation! Black hair, piercings, black clothes, black room, black apartment, black car! I haven't even seen you on tv before --"

"Once an idol's reputation goes south, it's not like people really want to see them as much."

"So CHANGE. Do something different with yourself! Do you know what it means to be reborn?"

"What does that have to do with --"

"If you want the rumors to stop surrounding you, you become a different person and cancel out the negatives with positives. Does that make sense? Put on a remorseful guy act and tell all your fans you were just being a fool! They'll definitely understand!"

"Just stop it already. I don't need help from a stranger who knows nothing about me."

"Oh really? A stranger! Make me your hairstylist then, and we won't be strangers!" I place my hand on my chest, and Yuji let's go of me, sliding his fingers into his dark hair. I look up at the black strands and start using my imagination to decide just what kind of color would look perfect for his rebirth image.

Pink..no, that doesn't fit...something brighter, clearer....how about...

"Crystal ash!"

"What are you talking about now?"

"Your hair color! I've decided on it! I'm dying it ash for you! To symbolize your newfound purity and clean slate."

"W-What?! No way! I've never done anything different with my hair and I'm not planning to!"

"You're an idol! You want attention in a sea of brunette superstars?! You dye your hair a brighter color! Why won't you listen to me!"

"Because you're an idiot! None of what you're saying makes sense, so stop rambling!"

"Just let me change your appearance for ONE day, and if all goes well with the public reaction, then you hire me!"

"I wouldn't even trust you with a pair of scissors--mm?!"

I put my finger on Yuji's lips to silence him, "One. Day."

When I bring my finger back down, Yuji still remains quiet. He stares at me silently for a minute, then crosses his arms over his chest, brows starting to furrow as he starts to think. He taps his foot, he runs his hands through his hair, he curses, and then he decides.