After school, in a silent, empty classroom. Misaki, a gyaru who failed the hair-length inspection, finds herself alone with Sawada—the class introvert. “Hey… you’re good at this stuff, right? I don’t have the guts. Cut my hair for me.” Her trembling fingers brush against the scissors… and his breath. Snip— Her shoulder-length blonde hair falls softly onto the desk. “Can you… make it even shorter?” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” The moment Sawada’s eyes change, her fate is sealed: straight toward a very short cut. The scissors rage, thin, carve— until finally, her ears are fully exposed. “…It suits you. I’ve always wanted to see you with hair this short.” In the quiet after-school classroom, the distance between Gyaru × Introvert Haircut Fetish drops to zero. The thrill of being cut, and the pleasure of cutting— they intertwine as one.