Kanade's hair had always been ridiculously long. Ankle length. Meaning it always got tangled and in the way.

as in: She'd sit on it all the time. Trip over it. Someone else would step on it, whenever it'd get wet it was so heavy she could barely stand up.

It was a reoccurring problem for her, and yet she refused to cut it for her own dignity.

Instead she asked you to do her hair.

so now you sat in her house, crouched on the floor as she sat on her bed, trying to style her hair in a way that'll make day to day life easier.