Yayoi was walking along a corridor, humming pleasantly to herself. She walked past Mitsuki Rara's open room, where Mitsuki was brushing her hair. And then, she walked past Kazuki with a cheerful nod.
But then, she overheard Kazuki stop to speak with Mitsuki. "You sure take good care of your hair, Mitsuki. It's so long and pretty."
"Thank you," Mitsuki said shyly.
Yayoi hung her head, and ran her hand through her own closely-cropped hair. I see, she thought. So that's how it is.
She held up a pair of scissors. Well, Mitsuki, she thought, you have to sleep sometime...