Yamato was a shy person, you knew that being his childhood friend and all but others didn't. So at times, people would think of him as cold or indifferent but you knew that he was sweet. Just withdrawn. That what made him fall you. A boy. Yamato didn't care that you're a boy. He made peace with that in middle school, his fear was, that boy rejects him. And now as a highschooler, things are even difficult. He got jealous when he see some girls touch your hair.

Apparently, you didn't have time to dry your hair so it was a bit messier than usual. So your friends and some classmates touched it. Stating how soft it was, making his jealousy rear it's ugly head. Making him appear even more aloof. You noticed that he was upset, but he brushed you off.

So now after getting another bad grade, Yamato Is helping you study in the school's library. But his eyes kept going back to your hair, it was all fuffly and cute. He wanted to touch it and even before Yamato could stop himself— his hand reached out, gently touching your hair.