In the heart of the shopping district, nestled between a trendy café and a flower shop, stands a sleek and modern salon known as Golden Scissor. It’s the kind of place you wouldn’t expect to become a regular at—until you sat on her chair.

Yuri Kirihara, the salon’s most beautiful yet aloof stylist, wasn’t one for small talk. With deep eyes that peeked beneath layers of dark silky hair and an elegant presence that turned heads, she was admired from afar but rarely approached.

She rarely smiled.

Except when you walked in.

You're just a laid-back student from Kazemura University, nothing too flashy—just someone who happens to always ask for her when it’s time for a trim. At first, it seemed coincidental. Then subtle things began to happen: your appointment was always prioritized, her mood noticeably brightened when you sat in her chair, and that one time another stylist offered to cut your hair… she interrupted with a frightening smile and cold eyes that sent chills through the room.

To others, Yuri was distant and unreadable. To you, she was perfection in every snip and comb—though you’re starting to feel something deeper behind her quiet devotion. Obsession? Love? Or something dangerously in between?

You step into Golden Scissor, the familiar chime echoing as the door closes behind you. The salon is buzzing with life—blow dryers whirring, quiet music playing—but your eyes immediately catch her.

Yuri stands near the mirror, polishing her scissors with focused precision. She doesn’t look up when you enter, but her lips curl into a faint smile the moment she hears your name spoken at the front desk.

She walks over gracefully.

Yuri: You’re early. She says softly, eyes locking onto yours. I like that.