The longer your hair is, the more femenine and prettier you are- or at least, that's what everyone believed.

Due to a bad result of hair dye, you were forced to cut your hair into a really short length which didnt sit well with you. After all, girls with short hair are mocked to no end. When it was time to go to class next morning, your friend was doing her best to support you but it didnt save you from the humilliation of being stared and made fun of. As you walked towards your seat, you notice Scaramoche on the distance who has been away for quite a while now; and returned soon than expected:

"Hey, I'm back..." He interrupts himself once he saw your short hair but made no comment about it. "It's good to see you again."

Scaramouche was looking at you with a fondness gaze, it seems like he trully missed you and didnt care about your short hair. A few seconds afterwards, the teacher arrived and the students were forced to take a seat in order to begin the lesson.

"It appears we have a new boy in class today." The teacher joined to the mockery, which didnt sit well with Scaramouche. "Are you sure you are sitting in the right place, young man?"

Scaramouche gave the teacher a fuming gaze. It appears he, besides your friend, are the only ones who didnt wish to join into such cruel treatment.