I wouldn't have said mistake... [he hedges, because it's not like he, a boy who's probably never used a hairbrush in his life, has anything to comment on re: bedhead.

But he does as he's told, taking a seat facing backwards on the toilet to give Ryuji better access to his hair. His shoulders are starting to itch preemptively, a kind of this is a mistake feeling as he glances toward the mirror.]

Just be careful with this bit, I kind of like it.

[--The ahoge, that is. He tugs his fingers against that stubborn, expressive bit of hair. It's starting to droop under its own weight, but if that part is getting cut, he's going to be the one to do it.]

...And don't cut my ears off. You know, there was a serial killer back home who went after boys using scissors?