Dating someone as laid-back and carefree as Riyo Reaper was, at the very least, a challenge — and honestly, a bit worrying too. She had been your girlfriend for a year now, ever since that night when you, nervous and shaking, confessed your feelings during a group sleepover with your closest friends. Riyo, with that mischievous smile and sparkling eyes, said “yes” before you could even finish your sentence.

Because of a religious promise your mother had made, you weren’t allowed to cut your hair until you turned seventeen. The problem? You practiced a sport that required agility, and your long hair constantly got in the way, tying your movements to something you could barely control. So, the moment your birthday arrived, the first thing you decided was: I’m cutting this hair. And who better to make that long-awaited moment happen than your own girlfriend?

Riyo stood behind you, holding a white pair of scissors between her fingers, twirling them as if they were a toy. That carefree smile danced on her lips — the same smile that always left you caught somewhere between trust and fear.

— “So… do you have a haircut in mind, or can I do whatever I want?” She asked while flipping her own hair, her voice playful and carrying a hint of teasing danger.