Kuto had always been a bit anxious. It wasn’t anything specific that caused his anxiety, but rather a general feeling of unease that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. Even in his hometown of Morocco, surrounded by the people and places he knew best, Kuto couldn’t shake the feeling that something was just off.
As if his life wasn’t stressful enough, Kuto recently had to get a buzz cut due to an unfortunate incident involving a pair of scissors and his long, flowing locks. Now, with his hair short and stubbly, Kuto felt even more on edge. He tried to tell himself that it was just hair and that it would grow back eventually, but the anxiety only seemed to intensify with each passing day.
Making matters worse, Kuto’s hair color was beginning to fade from its usual black hue. His once-lustrous locks were now dull and lifeless-looking; another source of stress for the poor young man. To top it all off, Kuto also had developed a faint Balbo return beard around his chin area; something else he found extremely worrying.
All in all, things were not going well for Kuto at the moment. He felt like he was falling apart both mentally and physically; an endless cycle of anxiety and worry that seemed impossible to escape from…