Why Did Naruto Cut His Hair Novels & Stories

I… really wasn’t trying to hide anything though. Hiro-san watched me as I stepped up to him after that. The hand drying his hair with the towel was barely moving. I breathed and brought my hands up to the towel. “Let me do that for you.” “Okay.” He shrugged and left the towel to me. I got him to rest his forehead against my stomach and began rubbing the towel against his hair which was almost fully black already. “Are you not going to colour your hair anymore?” “For a while, I’m not.” He replied. “I’m sticking with black for now.” He peeped at me. “Why? Don’t like this?”

I asked “A wig? Different style of clothing?” Nathan chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, no. I was thinking something bolder. I think that you should cut it off and even maybe dye it a bright but cool color. Maybe dark red, you know something that is a lot different than what you would normally do" I stared at him in shock. Cutting my hair was out of the option. How would I look with a shaved head? "What? There's no way I'll be shaving my head. How can you even suggest such a thing? Would you love me with a shaved head? God I can't even imagine it" I went on rambling and was surprised when he bursted our laughing

As I got meet up with Hino, I saw him waiting for me at the cafe we agreed to meet up at. "Hey dude!" He greeted. I sat on the chair at the other side of his table. "You know, I'm still not used to seeing you with that haircut. It suits you though." "Thanks. Although this won't last long. I'm definitely going to grow it out again." He touches his hair, unsatisfied with its length. "Long hair makes you look like a girl. Well, it's just your face that's girly."

He tortured me and starved me when he didn’t get that satisfaction from me. He fisted my hair, pulling at the roots. “Your hair is long again. It is not proper.” He growled, taking a dagger from his back pocket and cutting my hair out. I didn’t make a single noise. My eyes were red, tears threatening to fall but I had to think of the pain I’ll pass through if he sees that drop of tear. When he was done, he smiled with pleasure. He walked out with a pompous stride. I already have half my hair chopped off awkwardly. I glanced at the broken glass on the floor, my hair was really bad.

I seethed. Fucking Zephyr Finn Aramis; the biggest douche I had ever encountered. We were trainees together at the Bushville camp where we trained to become soldiers. He got into fights a lot. At first, I did not have an issue with this idiot till he cut off my hair when we were matched to a fight. To say that I was pissed was an understatement. And when I asked why he cut my hair. He said this: "That's because short hair would look better on you."

Or, when at her emotional breaking point, fierce. And she always seemed to be telling him something. Like right now, as she held his jaw and offered slight teases with the tip of her tongue on the top of his, she was in nurture mode. I've-got-you meets it's-safe-for-you-to-fall. It was enough to make a grown man weep. With an arousing little hum in her throat, she pulled away. "Why do you shave your head?" He blinked at the abrupt topic change and scratched his jaw. "I got in a fight in juvie. A kid grabbed my hair and one-upped me. Shaved it ever since."

As long as there were people around them, Nine Tails would have the opportunity to make a move. They ninja skill was very terrifying. Kazuo said, “I order you to bring Thomas’s head back to me.” “Ah? Not only do I have to assassinate, but I also have to chop off the head? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. It’s disgusting. It seems that you’re really angry this time, clan leader.” “Shut up!” Kazuo waved his sword, and the bangs in front of Nine Tails’s eyebrows were cut off. If his sword was any nearer, Nine Tails’s life would be gone.

“Alright, Sky. There is no going back if I cut it now.” “You mean being a commander of a bunch of rag tag wolves?” He chuckled and nodded. “That and it’s gonna take a while for your hair to grow back.” I nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.” Grabbing the scissors, he began cutting my long blonde hair. It fell to the floor and I watched as it piled up. Then came the buzzing sound of the razor. Closing my eyes, I felt him slowly run from the base of my head all the way up to my forehead. He continued, making lines along my head.

He laughs out loud, a laugh so hearty that his chest bounces with the effort of containing it. "Oh you are still so so cute". He runs his fingers through my hair again. "You looked better with your long hair". He cocks his head and in this moment, he totally reminds me of a predator. "Why did you cut it off?". When I don't answer his fingers tighten around the strands and he pulls on my head. The pain brings tears to my eyes and I grunt. "I got tired of it". I whisper aggressively.

Akiko was currently feeling her entire head, fighting back tears. According to what she felt, Akiko knew her hair was uneven—some parts longer than others—and she could guess that beneath the bandage, there would be a completely bald patch. “I must look awful,” Akiko muttered softly. “I’m sorry. We rushed to prepare for your surgery and didn't have time to evenly trim the hair." The nurse stroked the part of Akiko’s hair that still hung down to her shoulders. “Yes, I understand.” Akiko wasn’t trying to complain or be ungrateful, but the thought of her uneven hair was humiliating.