Topic: Haircuts
Amnesiac
"So, did you bleach it like that?"
Haise turned rather quickly when he realized it was Saiko's voice. He'd been in the kitchen prepping a meal for the Quinx the next day since he'd be away for a meeting that required him to travel to another ward. Not even hearing her walk in to the kitchen, Haise nearly dropped the entire deep dish of lasagna. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Your hair." Saiko sat at the kitchen table with her head on the table. Her bangs came down slightly in front of her eyes, so she blew on them. Of course, her eyes weren't on Haise, but on her gaming. What compelled her to come downstairs is beyond him. "It's a cool hairstyle, kind of like some of the characters in this game I got."
Smiling, Haise said, "You really aught to let me try out a few of those games. Some of the more action packed ones. But my hair isn't bleached."
"So Antoinette syndrome?"
"I guess you could say that." In truth, Haise didn't know. He remembered it used to be completely white when he first started working with CCG and soon the black roots started to show. Akira said it wasn't bleached as well.
"You might want to darken it. You'd look scary like Mr. Arima with it all white. I've been thinking of doing steaks. Maybe put black underneath."
"That'd look pretty."
She snorted and set down her game, taking her hand through her bangs. "Pretty?"
Rolling his eyes, Haise set the lasagna in the fridge and wrote down instructions to cook it. "A man can say pretty, can't he?"
"Definitely, especially you. It's very manly that Maman can say it with that face."
He laughed as he moved over to the table and watched Saiko pull her bangs out of her face once more. "You could use a haircut. That could hinder a mission."
"I'll see if Akira will do it later."
"I could just do it," offered Haise. He'd read a few books here and there about hair, mostly to figure out what was so unique about his own, but he still picked up a few tricks - or at least he could cut bangs without Saiko wanting to murder him.
Saiko eye-balled him. "You can do hair too?" she asked rather disturbed. "Is there anything you can't do that's considered feminine?"
"Sewing," he said simply as he started feeling the ends of her hair. They were extremely dry, too." Akira made fun of me when I wore this shirt where I had to put back on the buttons. Let's just say it wasn't a straight job. Hang on, I'll grab some stuff and we can cut your hair."
When Shirazu and Tooru came back from grocery shopping, they really weren't expecting anyone to be downstairs let alone the neet and their mentor in the kitchen. They couldn't even remember the last time Saiko had willingly remained downstairs with them during their off hours. But there they were: Saiko sat silently on a stool aimed towards the TV with Haise behind her with a pair of scissors in one hand and a brush in the other silently trimming her ends. The bizarre sight was enough to stop Shirazu in his tracks and force Tooru to run into him.
The scene seemed so mundane, as if they weren't a squad of orphans. The amount of care Haise took in ensuring he didn't pull was almost motherly- delicate and swift. It's homely, like this is what other families would be doing on their days' off. Saiko laughed as a contestant on a show tripped off of this race course and cheered on for someone else as Haise grinned along with her but never taking his eyes off his work.
Haise didn't even bat an eye at them, even when Tooru dropped a package of coffee grounds and instead said a simple greeting. Pulling back her hair with the brush, he quickly went to work snipping the ends. With ease, Haise cut her hair with the same skill as a stylist: quick and accurate.
It wasn't until Saiko gave her hello with bright eyes he never noticed before that Shirazu came out of his trance. "Haise what exactly did you do before joining CCG?"
"Maman was probably a stay at home mom."
"Says the one who's at the mercy of my scissors," said Haise playfully.
She grinned. "You wouldn't dare."
"Anyone else in need of a trim?" he continued on as he brushed her hair out once more and checking it's length. "I think you're set."
"Thanks, Maman! It's Ginshi's turn!" Before Shirazu even knew what was happening, the food was ripped from his hands and was in the stool staring at the TV.
And Snip.
Oh god. They actually did it. He reached up, searching for the stiff, gelled-
"I'm going to kill you!" Saiko made a mad dash for the back door with scissors still in hand and a demon on her tail.
"Mutsuki?" Not having moved away from his spot, with groceries still in hand, he finally put his attention back onto his mentor. "Need a trim?" He smiled pleasantly and waved towards the stool. "I'm pretty good at bobs."
When Mutsuki paused, Haise almost thought he'd say no, but then he said though shyly, "As long as Saiko promises not to do anything."
Laughing, sometimes Haise wondered what he was doing with all these people once Tooru set the groceries on the table and sat in front of him. Honestly, when it came down to it, they were a bunch of misfits from different wards. And yet- yet there they were in the same chateau. Each accepted the surgery. No one could go back and rejoin society, Haise knew. And while things seems impossible at first, thinking they could never work together, each of them surprised him.
His little family really surprised him.
Due to the lack of fanfiction for Tokyo Ghoul, I decide to satisfy my own needs for headcanons and fluff and angst myself. This series will cover one-shots or short stories all about the small things that Haise does or maybe slightly remembers from his past self (like finger cracking). In this case, hair became an important symbol in the manga/anime to represent Kaneki's "humanity." While I didn't necessarily focus on Haise's hair, there was a scene where Kaneki cut Hinami's hair. It stuck with me.
My plan is to go back and forth between a king/sweet prompt to a angsty/dark/sad prompt. But I only have five so far. So, if anyone has any ideas, please leave suggestions and I'll make sure to mention you for the prompt.