Why is Hair so Difficult?Bleach Fanfic: ByaSanaMore Like This
Byakuya was very agitated. For some reason his hair was just not cooperating with him today. He had recently been made the head of the Kuchiki clan following his grandfather's death and he was now expected to wear the kenseikan that symbolized his nobility. Even though Genrei had told him to think about how he wanted to do his hair when he was young, he never really did, thinking it was so far into the future there wasn't any reason to think of it yet.
Now he deeply regretted that foolish thinking. Now his hair was in tangles, his scalp ached from the times he accidentally pulled too hard, and he still had no idea what he was going to do. He thought women were the ones to have bad hair days.
He buried his face in the palms of his hands and groaned slightly.
When he looked up he caught the reflection in the bathroom mirror of a petite short woman with her flowing black hair slightly ruffled as she just got up from bed.
"Hisana, I hope I didn't wake you."