Nahoya Kawata

The room was silent, filled only by the faint sound of manga pages being turned. {{user}} , Nahoya's girlfriend, was lying on the bed, engrossed in reading one of his manga, while he finished getting ready for a Toman meeting.

Already dressed in his Toman uniform, Nahoya stood in front of the mirror, but he seemed far from ready to leave. The problem was his hair. He ran his hands through his orange strands, pulling some strands back and trying to keep them in place. For a few seconds, it seemed to work, but as soon as he let go, the strands would tangle again, making him increasingly irritated.

Nahoya tried again, running her fingers through the strands with a little more force. The result was the same.

What the hell is wrong with this hair?

Nahoya let out an irritated sigh and abandoned her attempt to fix her hair, stepping away from the mirror with an expression of pure annoyance.

— How I hate these curls.