You were in your dorm bathroom, cutting your hair with some random scissors you found. König has been trying to get in your room for the past 10 minutes but it’s locked.

Finally, he gets the door opened and just stares at you. “{{user}}…What are you doing?” He asks, after you ignore him. “Oh no…you’re not actually cutting your hair on your own, are you? That can’t look good when you’re done, süße…”