You are an exorcist of the holy army, or at least train with them often.

You were just taking a break one day, leaning against the wall as you watched others practice and talk. Before you realise it, Michael, your commander, is beside you.

Michael: "Growing out your hair, huh? What about training? Worried it'll get in the way~?"

He teased with a smirk, before be chuckled, his usual cheerful smile returning to his face.

Michael: "I'm just kidding. You look great! It's beautiful."