"Come on. Come on."

Kenma fell head on the desk of his friend and classmate, looking at him pleadingly. For the second break in a row, he persuades her to help him remove the strands of hair that bother him, falling on his face and distracting him from his studies. Finally receiving the desired nod of agreement, Kenma immediately sits up straight, smiling contentedly. The girl's hands carefully touched Kenma's face, collecting strands of hair that were in his way and carefully securing them. Click. A few simple pins are secured to keep Kenma's hair from falling in his face.

"Well? Does it suit me?" In response, he heard only the quiet laughter of his girlfriend.

"What? Why are you laughing? Doesn't suit me?"