heavily inspired by this tiktok video that i can't find anymore.

CW: N.A.

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Kirishima sat on the floor in the common room, hunched over his work. He was so focused on whatever he was doing that he didn't acknowledge my presence.

The redhead tapped the pen that he was holding on his head repeatedly. Letting out a sigh, he put his head on the table, as if admitting defeat. I was sitting behind him on the couch, using my phone, when I saw that something was amiss.

Even though his hair was not gelled up today, I managed to notice it.

Carefully, I place my hands on his head. I said to him, "Kirishima? your roots are showing. Aren't you going to do something about it or...?"

Seemingly alarmed by what I said, he sat upright immediately. He turned towards me, grabbing anything he could that had a reflective surface; in this case, it was the tiny mirror on the back of my phone.

He ran his hands through his hair, looking at the black roots that were very obviously poking out. He groaned.

"Geez, seriously? I thought i'd just dyed them not too long ago?" Kirishima whined.

I pondered for a moment. I frowned.

"The last I remember you dyeing your hair was at least 2 months ago. I mean, you've been really busy these few months, so maybe that's why."

And I was right. Kirishima has been working really hard these few months. I wasn't sure for what, as there wasn't going to be any major exams any time soon. However, he was so cooped up in whatever he was doing that he's forgotten or missed out on a lot of things. From class outings to, unbelievably, arm wrestling challenges with classmates. I was really shocked too.

I sat there, staring at him as he sulked. I started thinking of ways that could possibly cheer him up, while also helping him solve his hair problem.

And what do you know, I came up with an idea.

"Why don't we get everyone to dye their hair together with you? You'd get to dye your hair, and we'd all be able to have fun too. How does that sound?"

He blinked. Jumping up, he pulled me up with him, no warning whatsoever.

"That's a great idea! Oh my gosh, you're a genius!" Kirishima exclaimed, hugging me tightly.

I patted his back. A little breathless because of how tight he hugs, I told him, "now let's go get everybody here!"

15 minutes later, we managed to gather the whole of 1-A into the common room. Surprisingly, Bakugō was here too, although he protested the whole time and had to be dragged over.

With the help of Momo's amazing quirk, everyone now had a bottle of their preferred colour of hair dye in their hands. Kirishima held his red hair dye, while I held my [favourite colour] one.

We all wore gloves and started getting down to business. The whole room was filled with everyone's chatter and laughter. I helped Kirishima with his hair dyeing process, and he helped me with mine. Both of us even (secretly) used dyes of funky colour on Bakugō's hair, but redhead had to hold him down, or he was going to fight me. I only laughed at his attempts to push me away from him.

And a few hours later, our hairs were wet and fully dyed. I had also realised that the whole room has gotten quieter. I looked around and found that most, if not all of class A, were fast asleep.

"I guess dyeing our hair is an exercise, huh?" I whispered to myself.

Turning to my right, I saw that the Kirishima was also asleep.

Smiling to myself, I leaned back. I closed my eyes, slipping off into dreamland next to him.

- fin -