"H-Hey, be careful with that! You just almost poked my eye!" Mao huffs lightly, sitting on a dining chair at one of the few tables in the dining area of the commons in the dormitory, with his hair down and you standing in front of him holding a headband that you were sliding on top of his head. Next to Mao on the tables surface was even more headbands in a pile, all different colours and patterns and styles alike.

You mostly bought these headbands as a joke, an excuse to see Mao with his hair down and wearing something different atop of his head other than his usual yellow hairclip.