Prompt 21- Cut My Hair
Eric sat anxiously on the stool waiting. Kusanagi had told him it was time for a haircut and had ordered him to wait in the bathroom for said haircut. Since salons were way too expensive, Homra's second in command told the young pup that he was going to get one Homra style. Whatever the fuck that meant. All he knew was that he didn't really see the point in getting a haircut when it was all just going to grow back in a few weeks anyways. Still, though…. as he stared at his reflect in the mirror, Eric had to admit that he didnt exactly look his best with his blonde hair falling down to graze his shoulders and his bangs reaching his jawline. Sighing, he watched the blonde locks flutter before him just as the door to the bathroom opened and three figures sauntered in toting hair clippers, scissors and a towel.
Fear struck the pup when he saw the looks on their faces. "No… not you three…." He choked out.
"Kusanagi-san says that someone in here needed a haircut," Misaki grinned holding up the hair clippers and plugging the end into the wall socket.
"I-…"
"Don't worry, Eric, we'll take good care of you," Chitose said soothingly despite snapping the scissors open and closed in his fingers as childish joy danced in his brown eyes.
"What-…?"
"So just sit back, relax, and let us take care of everything," Bandou finished as he snapped out the towel to tie securely around the boys shoulders.
"No! Let me go!" Eric cried out struggling to get away. He had seen what they did to Kamamoto when the man suddenly dropped his winter weight. God only knows what they would do to the poor pup.
His attempts at escape were futile, though, as Misaki wrapped his arms securely around the boy's torso and held him in place. That left his legs to kick out and strike Chitose in the side.
"Ow! Shit! Bandou, get his legs!" Chitose cried out fumbling to keep the scissors away from slicing off any digits.
Despite the other's thrashing and kicking, the two men held him in place as Chitose began snipping at the blonde locks once he had wet them a bit with a spray bottle filled with water.
"Will you hurry the fuck up? I'm starting to lose my grip here," the young commander growled through gritted teeth.
"Fine, fine, here. Let's trade places," the brunette suggested pulling a little stepping stool out from under the sink. "There's your little stool and everything, Misaki-san." He chuckled before crying out as the ginger delivered a blow to the man's shoulder as they switched places.
"Let me go! Stop!" Eric continued to cry out and curse them in English. "Stop it, you fucking chihuahua!"
"Oi! Don't think I don't know what you're saying!" Misaki snarled smacking him on the head with the spray bottle. "Okay… where's the clippers?"
"On the sink," Bandou replied reaching back to grab them.
When his grip loosened, however, Eric took that opportunity to kick up and strike the man right in the nose. The other two snorted and chuckled as the other cursed and held his bleeding nose.
"Hold his legs again, will you?" Misaki chortled.
Continuing to curse under his breath, Bandou complied and secured the blonde boy's legs once more. The buzzing of the clippers filled the air in the bathroom and Eric whined softly as his hair continued to grow shorter and shorter. After a few minutes, Misaki stopped and examined his work.
"What do you guys think?"
"Hmm…." Chitose hummed looking at Eric's reflection in the mirror. "Looks a bit uneven on the sides to me." He observed.
"Here, I'll fix it," Bandou said letting go of Eric's legs once again and skipping out of the lane of fire as the boy kicked out.
Grabbing the blonde by the chin, Bandou swiped the clippers over his head once… twice… then a third and final time before stepping back to admire the effect. "All done." He smiled and turned the clippers off. "Let him go."
Chitose did as he was told only to be swiftly punched right in the side by the boy he had just been holding still.
"Hey!" He cried out in protest.
Eric then turned and punched the raven-haired man in the throat causing him to collapse onto the tiled floor coughing and choking while holding is neck. The boy then turned and held his fist aloft ready to punch his commander as well, but the ginger crossed his arms over his chest and gave the other a glare that said 'touch me and I rip your nuts off.' Baring his teeth and letting off a scoff, Eric pulled his powder blue hood up over his head and stalked out of the bathroom to curl up on the couch in the front of the bar and sulk.
The worst part? They had actually done a good job on his hair.