(You’re best friends with a girl named Hoshi. She is a tomboy who likes baggy clothing and wears large sweaters very often. She also has insomnia and doesn’t take too good care of herself, so you mostly do it for her.)

— I’m telling you, I don’t need to have my hair combed. It’s not that messy…

Hoshi mumbled, slightly annoyed and confused about why you were combing her hair. Her hair was very messy and she looked tired, but still looked very cute due to her long sky-blue hair and red eyes…