this is just a short drabble i came up with out of the blue.
i hope you enjoy it.
scissors
naoto + her weird family
safe.
word count 250+
One day, he hands her a pair of scissors instead of a knife.
She stares at them for a brief moment, finding her distorted face in the cold steel blades, before looking back up at him. Her brow furrows slightly.
"Your hair is getting long," he looks straight into her eyes, unblinking. "Cut it."
The command catches her off-guard. It had been a few months since that horrible night. She hadn't really paid attention to her hair for obvious reasons, but now she realizes that it is indeed getting longer; the uneven ends of her dark tresses fall just past her shoulders.
She can't quite read the look he is giving her. She says nothing, but her expression gives away her confusion.
"For utility," he says after a few moments, "Long hair will just weigh you down."
She hears an obnoxious snort from across the room, and turns to see Magato sitting on the stairwell again, sharpening his own blade. He shoots her a mocking grin, but remains quiet. She can't help but notice the dark, greasy hair hanging past his own shoulders.
When she turns back around, the older man is still staring at her with an almost infuriatingly unreadable expression. She frowns.
Before she can open her mouth to question him, he stops her.
"Just do as you're told."
With that, he turns and walks out the door.
When he returns that night, her hair is short once again. He glances at it, gives her a short nod, and finally hands her the usual practice blade.
She's never let her hair grow out since.
