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I often feel moments when I realize that this isn’t quite right or this fits well. Living with several people makes it clear who gets along better and who doesn’t.
Even though we’ve been working together as a team for a long time, living together is a completely different issue from just being colleagues.
Fortunately, my sense of camaraderie as a hyper-human and the fact that we share girlfriends hasn’t caused any major issues yet.
I can’t live every day worrying about what to do if problems arise, so I try not to think about potential future troubles if everything is fine now.
My girlfriends are kind. Despite repeating it many times, it’s a given, but they seem to endure things to reduce the stress I might cause.
So far, there hasn’t been any discomfort or noticeable problems among us while living together.
This is before various busy events occur to each of us.
“Huh?”
Coming out after drying my hair with a towel after washing up, I ran into Yura.
“Shouldn’t you dry your hair with a hairdryer?”
“It dries quickly if left alone.”
“That’s only true when your hair is short. It’s long now, and even if it’s short, it’s better to dry it immediately.”
Holding scissors, her manner seems oddly threatening.
“I’m going to cut my hair too.”
“Even the excuse is good.”
Yura gestured for me to sit on a chair she placed in front of the sink.
Following her instructions, I sat down politely, and she covered me with a large hair-cutting cape.
“Did you buy this too?”
“Yeah, I thought it would be necessary for cutting hair.”
Feeling moved by Yura’s preparation for cutting my hair, I felt proud.
“Shouldn’t I have washed my hair?”
“I thought you wouldn’t wash it since you asked to get a haircut. I’ll wash it again at the end.”
“Okay.”
Why did I wash my hair when I told her to cut it? Usually, you wash your hair before getting a haircut, so it shouldn’t matter, right? Or should I not have washed it?
While pondering what was best, Yura’s scissors touched my bangs.
The decisive cut shortened the ends of my bangs, causing black hair to fall to the floor.
“Should I cut it as usual?”
“Yeah.”
Though it seemed like she was already cutting it in the usual style, if I didn’t respond properly to this question, something terrible might happen.
“How about trying a different style sometimes?”
“I’ve only ever had long or short hair. Trying something new feels a bit uncomfortable.”
“I’d like to see you with long hair.”
“I don’t want to because it’s cumbersome. I let it grow because it was annoying to cut, and at that moment, I realized how great women are.”
“What greatness?”
“The greatness of managing long hair. It reminded me of when SuA grew hers.”
Without much thought, I compared my shoulder-length hair to SuA’s shoulder-length hair, which suited her better than my shoulder-length hair.
“You could never manage long hair like Yura or Yubin.”
“It’ll become familiar over time.”
As Yura continued cutting with focus, the messy hair covering my head was gradually trimmed away.
“Still, managing long hair daily must be tough. Is it because it takes longer to wash?”
“Though not entirely due to hair, it’s a significant factor.”
The conversation naturally turned to hair.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, Yura paused momentarily, startled, then looked intently at me.
“Do you prefer short hair?”
“No, not really.”
It seemed my comment about preferring short hair over long hair due to its inconvenience was misinterpreted.
“Whether Yura has long or short hair, it’s all fine. Whichever you prefer is best.”
“Really? Then, what about breasts?”
“That’s an unrelated topic.”
Squinting my eyes in surprise at the sudden mention of breasts, Yura giggled.
“Do you enjoy talking about breasts?”
“Of course. As I always say, I take great pride in having large breasts.”
Stopping her scissors, Yura proudly thrust out her chest and grinned, looking self-important.
I already knew Yura took immense pride in her breasts.
“What are you doing?”
Interrupted by Hayang peeking into the bathroom, I paused in the middle of cutting hair.
“Did you come back?”
“Yeah, I heard you were cutting hair.”
Hayang came in after hearing the commotion upon returning home.
“I thought your hair was getting long too.”
Watching from the doorway, Hayang soon entered and crouched in a corner to watch Yura cut my hair.
“Why? Is something wrong?”
Thinking the haircut looked odd, I asked Hayang, who was sitting in a corner, but she shook her head.
“No, it’s just fascinating watching someone else’s hair being cut.”
“Blue, you cut your own bangs?”
It’s indeed interesting to watch others’ haircuts, though it’s not particularly new or strange. There’s a peculiar feeling that makes one stare blankly.
“Yeah. I cut my bangs myself because it feels more comfortable. The back is cut at the salon.”
“If you feel like it, tell me next time. I may not be as skilled as a salon, but I can make it look nice.”
“Really? I wanted to tidy up my damaged hair. Can I ask you next?”
“Sure.”
Though Yura hadn’t become a hairstylist or beautician, she was happy just to help cut hair.
Knowing what Yura liked and her aspirations, her genuine smile made me smile too.
“Is older brother cutting his hair?”
Galvanized by the commotion, Milky Way came into the bathroom and asked Hayang, who was crouching beside her.
“Yeah. I also asked Pink to cut mine next.”
“How about Green tidying up their hair?”
Milky Way’s hair was also quite long. Originally a shoulder-length bob, it didn’t seem long after a perm. But now, with the perm undone, it felt much longer.
“Um… Yeah.”
Somewhat hesitant, Milky Way came in, checked her reflection, and decided it was time to cut, accepting Yura’s offer.
“Okay. Just wait a moment.”
After a few more snips.
“How do you like it?”
“It’s great. The length is perfect, and it feels lighter overall, making it comfortable.”
Yura confirmed the result in the mirror.
I was very satisfied with the hairstyle she created.
Though it wasn’t drastically different from my usual style, satisfaction in a haircut comes from subtle differences, and I had no complaints about Yura’s cut.
“Then, let’s wash it, and next is Blue.”
“Please take care of me, Teacher.”
Immediately standing up, Hayang greeted Yura like a salon employee.
Seeing her satisfied, Yura grinned widely.
“How would you like it done?”
“Just trim the damaged ends.”
“That’s easy.”
While washing hair, Yura carefully picked out the damaged strands with her hands, using more delicate scissors than when cutting mine. Seeing her focused expression, I realized how much concentration is needed compared to men.
“Blue’s hair feels great. I just noticed.”
“We haven’t touched each other’s hair before. Pink’s hair condition is good too, right?”
“I’m not sure, but I have some volume, so I can’t just sweep it all.”
Noticing her hair didn’t slide through her fingers easily, Yura glanced at her own hair.
As Hayang mentioned, her hair had volume, preventing it from sliding smoothly but giving a plush feel when touched.
“You touch your hair a lot.”
Startled by my remark while drying my hair with a towel, I saw Yura and Milky Way looking at me.
Touching hair is a habit among girlfriends.
I do it so habitually that I don’t even realize it, especially when sleeping together, where it becomes almost subconscious.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing like that.”
Worried if touching hair bothered them, seeing my awkwardness made the three of them chuckle.
“Blue is done.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Already finished?”
Thinking it would take longer due to Yura’s intense focus, I was surprised it ended sooner than expected.
“Trimming the ends just requires checking for split ends, so it doesn’t take long.”
“I see.”
Concentrating on looking for split ends, trimming the ends didn’t take long, unlike cutting men’s hair.
“Green, sit down.”
“Yeah. Please take care of me.”
Finally, Milky Way sat down, and I dried the water from my hair with a towel, touching Hayang’s neatly styled hair.
“Do I need to wash it?”
“No, just the ends. Just brush it off.”
“Got it.”
Unintentionally, I ran my hand through Hayang’s hair and touched the ends, marveling at the change.
Though it was said to be tidied up, I couldn’t tell what was different.
Unlike men’s haircuts, small adjustments weren’t noticeable.
“How is it today? Soft?”
Realizing I was unconsciously touching my hair again, I answered Hayang’s question.
“Ah.”
Startled, I lifted my body, and my elbow hit something. At the same time, I heard Yura’s voice and saw her still, scissors in hand.
“Did I bump you?”
Peering sideways at Yura’s face, whose complexion had paled.
Neither moved; Milky Way remained still.
“What?! What should we do?!”
Surprised, Hayang reacted belatedly.
Looking at Milky Way, I saw her forehead had been cut significantly.
“AHHHH!!”
I heard Milky Way’s scream for the first time.
