After the graduation ceremony, I was called out by my senior, someone I've always admired. My heart pounded with nervousness as the senior gently touched my hair. They told me they had secretly liked my hair for a long time—the one thing I've always cherished. Maybe... my senior was a hair fetishist all along. Today, they said I could let them do whatever they wanted with my hair. Their words made my chest burn with emotion. All my feelings up until now were finally coming to life.