It's just hair, he thought, as he watched the golden locks drop in seemingly slow-motion. Never had there been an issue between him and his chosen hairstyle. He had neither time nor liberty to give more than enough attention to how it looked. Still, this cut was far shorter than he'd ever had, the strands not even touching the edge of his ears, and, he could imagine, would not settle in a messy tuft across his forehead. It would be a breeze to run his fingers through, though it would probably feel thinner, less fluffier; and he shook his head for a brief moment, earning a hard tug to the ear courtesy of the woman whose opinion concerned him most.

"I'm going to make a mistake if you don't keep still, idiot!"

"Sorry," he mumbled, gazing at his reflection. She was almost done at the back and he was suddenly worried when she turned the chair and worked on his bangs with a fine comb dipped in water. He closed his eyes, hearing the scissors scrape against each other and his hair; the cool metal touching his forehead slightly, and feeling her hot breath, tickling the fallen strands on his cheeks.

He chanced a peek, seeing her green orbs in concentration as she cut across, her lips rounded in a subtle blow of air across his half-opened lids as another set of hair fell. He forced his eyes closed, this time, heart racing at the temptation brought about by her lips.

Before he knew it, the soft bristles of the brush made contact with his neck, and all too soon it was over. He had opened his eyes and she still stood bent in front of him, her other hand picking off the small bits of blonde that stuck to the sides of his face.

Her small fingers gently ruffled his now shortened bangs, massaging the scalp and making him close his eyes, a pleased hum escaping his lips. She continued till she had run her fingers all over his scalp, amused at his relaxed expression before gently slapping his cheek.

"Hey, I'm not massaging you for free!"

His eyes cracked open, and he realized his sudden reluctance to turn to the mirror. Seeing this, Sakura did the honors, forcing him to face his own reflection. What she did not expect was the shock, followed by an embarrassed blush creeping up his face as he looked down, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

Brows furrowed, she propped an elbow on his shoulder and leaned forward, chin resting on her hand. The other hand brought his cheek to turn towards the mirror, softly rubbing what was left of his sideburn.

"What's the matter?" she smiled.

"Nothing," was his quick, defensive answer. Still avoiding her gaze through the mirror, she planted a kiss on his temple, letting her lips linger before gazing back in the mirror to meet his eyes.

"Too short?" she asked, wrapping an arm around his neck while her other hand continued to travel along his scalp. "I think you look hella."

"Hella?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

She giggled at his confused reflection, hugging him tighter. "Hella handsome."

Resigned, he lowered his head to kiss her arm, meeting her gaze confidently. "To what do I owe such high regard?"

"Hmm… Not sure," she pouted, pretending to be deep in thought. He was starting to smile now, and she stepped away to ruffle his hair with both hands.

He laughed, quickly turning the chair and pulling her to sit on his lap. "Hella fast too, doncha think?"

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew close enough to let her lips caress the corners of his mouth. "I thought you'd never get the idea."

His reply was lost, and so was his insecurity, when her lips descended on his.

Just a little drabble based on a HC I saw the other day about Sakura being the one to cut Naruto's hair… I can't find it in the tag anymore (maybe because I'm on mobile), but whoever you are and if you see this, please hit me up on my ask and I will reblog this drabble linking back to you. Thanks for the idea, I think it's cute - especially because I'm one of the people hoping for my OTP to already be a couple once that movie comes out. :)