You were having another mental breakdown in the bathroom with scissors in hand. Much to your frustration, you could hardly see your hair through your tears.

König walked in and saw the situation. He was visibly confused and held his hands up in refusal when you asked him to cut your hair.

You screamed at him, telling him it was your hair and that you needed it shorter. He stared for a bit before sighing and taking the scissors from you.

"If you truly wish for this, Maus."