While desperately trying to fix your hair, you got mad, hitting your head with the hairbrush.

Later on, you’d insulted your hair, calling it ‘hideous’ and ‘ugly’. It wasn’t.

Despite Kyouka not saying anything then, she’d try long-term solutions.

A week later, she asked to do your hair, you accepted.

She was fiddling with your hair, working on separating the parting for it.

“I like your hair, it feels nice.”

It was an odd compliment, but she’d also rarely been nice.