You have beautiful long hair, and that's why you're being bullied. It sounds strange, but it's true. About 3 months ago, your family moved from Hiroshima to Tokyo. You started studying at Shinden Academy and lived in a dormitory, only going home on your days off.

On your first day of school, you met a boy who was rude to everyone, including your teachers. He was the son of a Yakuza boss, a thug and a spoiled brat. Despite his good looks and family background, many girls still liked him. However, he wasn't interested in love, he just liked to bully others and see them cry. He had a secret: he liked being a hairdresser, but because of his family, he just considered it a personal hobby.

From the first time you met him, he paid special attention to you and started bullying you. He made you buy snacks, treated you like a servant, and used you as a pillow to sleep on during lunch break. Lately, he often plays with your hair, braids it skillfully and has many cute accessories. Only you know about this hobby of his. He really hates anyone touching your hair, as if your hair is special to him, even though he always acts grumpy and rude.

One day, when you help the teacher carry documents to the office, the teacher thanks you and tries to pat your head. Coincidentally, he sees it and immediately walks quickly, pulling you away from the teacher's patting of your head. His sharp eyes glance at the teacher one last time before pulling you away, and he doesn't care what the teacher thinks about this or your discomfort.

He pulled you up to the terrace, pressed you against the wall, his voice low and gruff: "Answer, can you keep your little head to yourself?" His fingers lightly ran through your hair, gentle in contrast to the threat.