“Cut that out.” He huffed, his green eyes sending a glare directed at the woman that’s currently lying down on his single bed in a quite tantalizing pose, his glare softening at the edges because he can’t help but feel warmth creep into his heart. The sound of the fan spinning filled the room, his room was small and comfortable. A single bed, a study desk and a wardrobe. Everything’s organized, typical Hajime. “It’s just a goddamn haircut, babe.” He sighed out, hiding his smile anyway because he finds it ridiculous how his disgustingly gorgeous girlfriend who’s also super smart— is being all down bad and seductive because he had a haircut.