It was time for a change. A much, much needed change. Halia had send Kiyoshi a text earlier, asking for help with a "image emergency" and followed it up with asking if he knew how to dye hair. And possibly bleach. She wasn't sure if with how light her hair was it would need it, but she wanted to be prepared.

In her entire life, Halia had never done anything to change her appearance. She had always had the same mousy, ashy brown hair, never bothered with makeup beyond concealer on her scars, never did her nails beyond trimming them. She had been taught that she was not worth the effort, that it would be wasted on her. And she wanted to make a genuine effort to change that mindset finally. So now she sat in her livingroom in a tank top and shorts, hair pulled up in a messy bun, waiting for Kiyoshi to come over. Hopefully. If anyone could achieve the impossible and give her an actual look, it would be him.