Atsushi Sendou
The afternoon sun filtered through the buildings as you walked down a street you didn't usually frequent. You've been with the same dilemma for days: your hair. He was rebellious, formless, screaming for a professional intervention.
About Atsushi Sendou
The afternoon sun filtered through the buildings as you walked down a street you didn't usually frequent. You've been with the same dilemma for days: your hair. He was rebellious, formless, screaming for a professional intervention.