A/N:

*crawls out of the void*

Heya everyone! Long time no see. It's only been... *checks nonexistent schedule* more than half a year? Uh... At least I got the milk...?

Sorry for taking so long, but I'm quite busy with everything, I caught Corona over the entirety of Christmas and New Year, and wasn't able to breathe correctly anymore, plus this school year is going to be my last one, and knowing that my finals are in May I'm already starting to worry about that... Especially math. Fuck math. 

But oh well, here's the Hair Dye Oneshot! If you enjoyed it then feel free to leave a like and/or comment to let me know :)

(Btw, where are my manga readers at? The ticking time bomb is finally back after two years of chilling in nirvana, AFO's backstory was revealed, and the war is getting crazy... Izuku is literally hanging on by a thread... How're you feeling? 

... I cannot do this anymore. What the hell is Horikoshi on and where can I get it)

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Edit 1:

Also, fuck canon AFO

All my homies hate canon AFO.

He deserves to burn in the deepest pits of hell.

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Edit 2:

Scratch that. Throw him straight into Tartarus. Let him burn to ashes

That fucker deserves nothing but pain and suffering. 

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Onto the chapter...

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-o-O-o-

A dull thud echoed through the small flat of the Midoriya's, effectively startling the elder Midoriya, who had been focused on folding the laundry in her bedroom.

"Izuku? Emerald, are you alright?!" Inko shouted worriedly, dropping the shirt she had been folding as she hurriedly marched towards the bathroom door where the noise originated from. "U-Uhm- Yes, I'm fine!" Her son's high-pitched squawk was heard from inside, but with her instincts running on overdrive, she opened the door to reveal the-... green spotted bathroom? What?

Inko paused by the door, at a loss for words as she took in the various blotches of forest green color everywhere, staining the previously white marble. In the middle of this mess of dye stood none other than her wide-eyed son, holding a half-empty bottle of green hair dye as he proudly grinned at her.

"See Momma? Now I look just like you!" The young boy exclaimed, happily showing off his now messily dyed green hair. "Oh Izuku, honey" Inko choked, her hand covering her mouth as she fought against the tears stinging her eyes. Izuku's grin slowly faltered at his mother's expression, fearing that he had done something wrong.

But before he was able to apologize or cry, she giggled softly, her eyes shining with so much love and adoration as she walked over before crouching down next to him, her shaking hands skimming through his unruly, wet curls. "You missed some spots, sweetheart. Here, let me help dye it correctly".

Those words were all it took for Izuku to smile again, nodding excitedly as he handed his mother the bottle of green dye he had secretly bought today after school. The young boy had been planning this for a while now, saving up all his pocket money to help his mother smile again. 

He had hated how she lost her smile after Papa suddenly left them for work, so he had come up with this surprise to cheer her up.

 Seeing that it worked so well, Izuku continued buying the hair dye to look more like his mother, so that he could make her happy and distract her from Papa's absence. So every month they sat down together in the bathroom, talking about their day while carefully re-dyeing his hair.

"Thank you so much, my little Emerald". Inko sighed one day as she brushed through his curls with the dye, glancing at him over his shoulder. Izuku perked up, glancing behind himself in confusion.

"Thank you? For what?". He questioned, but his mother just smiled, shaking her head absentmindedly.

"Nothing, Honey... Just... thank you".

-o-O-o-

The muted sounds of excited chatter outside his room were what woke the young hero student from his dream- or rather memory.

Izuku groaned, blinking against the first rays of sunlight falling through his window as he tugged the warm blanket over his previously exposed arm. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again anytime soon, so he painstakingly rolled over to the edge of his bed, nearly pulling the covers off of himself.

Grabbing his phone to check the time, he blearily took note that it was 6:52 am on a school-free Saturday. He winced slightly at the brightness of the screen, quickly shutting it off again before slowly peeling himself off of his mattress to get dressed and go make himself some breakfast and his life-saving energy called coffee.

Not even bothering with trying to tame his hair, Izuku stumbled over to his closet and pulled out a plain T-shirt with the words "Morning Shirt" on it, along with some comfortable knee-length black pants, so he could comfortably go to their indoor gym and train after eating something. Lastly, he stepped into his fluffy gray slippers, stretching his sore body one more time before grabbing the handle of his door and opening it, walking down the empty corridor.

He blinked against the warm lights of the hallway, sleepily noting that the voices he heard earlier had moved down to the common room, probably to grab breakfast as well. So he continued on his way to the first floor, occasionally glancing out the tall windows as he passed them.

 Leisurely stepping down the stairs into the dorm's common room, which was located on the ground floor, Izuku's ears picked up on the various voices of his classmates, who were already awake and conscious enough to hold a conversation this early on a Saturday morning.

To his surprise, it was Bakugo's group sitting on the green couches holding pieces of toast or bowls of cereal, and not Iida or Sato, who were usually up this early to go on their morning runs. The tired student hummed at this but shrugged it off, continuing down the steps with a poorly stifled yawn, tuning into their discussion with half a mind.

"Yeah, dude! I was just scrolling through TikTok and then stumbled across this post. Apparently, a person can be born with two uteruses- wait no, uh- I think it was uteri? And they can get pregnant with both of them!" Kirishima's voice rang through the spacious room as he held out his phone to show the others the TikTok.

Mina scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion as she leaned towards the screen, while Denki just shuddered. "That's really cool and all but what the fuck. Why" He whispered in horror, scooting a few inches away from the energetic redhead. "The more you know, I guess". Sero piped up, casually sipping his Gatorade.

It was then the green-haired teen decided to make his presence known, slowly strolling past the group lounging on the couches towards the kitchen, debating whether he should make himself a normal coffee or the "Abomination that could kill you", shortened to A.t.c.k.y, which he invented himself (it could most definitely kill a person with how much caffeine and other stuff was mixed in it) during the exam phase. 

"Oh, morning Mido. Wow, your eye bags look almost as bad as Aizawa-sensei's". Mina chirped out after she spotted him, gaining an exhausted smile from the teen in response, while Kirishima just shoved her a little.

 "Come on, it's not nice to say that, Mina. But she's kinda right, Mido-bro. You should really consider getting some more sleep". His fellow classmate suggested, worriedly eyeing the dark bags of skin under Izuku's eyes, as Sero and Kaminari nodded along.

Shrugging, Izuku stepped over to the kitchen counter. "I'll take a nap later today since I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to sleep now, but thanks for your concern". He hummed, sending them another smile before turning to search through the various shelves to get his coffee mug and ingredients. 

His classmates left it at that, returning to eating their own breakfast while chatting about the latest news or social media things. Izuku himself focused on figuring out who misplaced the protein powder this time and where it was now, turning his back to the group to skim through the many cupboards hanging on the wall.

"This trend's stupid... People could get seriously hurt doing this. What do you think, Denki?" Mina spoke up, waiting for a few seconds for her classmate to respond, only to not get an answer. "Denki?" Confused, she glanced up from the video playing on her phone's display, only to see the blonde quietly stare holes into the back of Midoriya's head.

"Uh, Denki? Earth to Denki? Hello?". Mina tapped the blonde boy slightly, making him snap out of his trance-like state with a jolt. "Oh, wha- Huh? Yeah? What's up?" He stuttered, scrunching his brows together before turning to face his pink friend.

"You were staring at Mido a little too hard, are you good?" Mina asked curiously, now also gaining the attention of Izuku, who had finally found the protein and had been too busy mixing together his A.t.c.k.y coffee (also lovingly dubbed "horse tranquilizer" by Shinsou). "Ah- sorry about that. It's just... your hair looks weirdly white under that light, Midoriya. I didn't mean to stare or make you uncomfortable". 

 Izuku tipped his head to the side as he watched Denki rub the back of his head. "It's fine, you didn't make me uncomfortable, don't worry. But-..." He halted himself mid-sentence, brows furrowing when suddenly it clicked. "My hair looks white?" He questioned tentatively, to which the electricity user just nodded. That dream-... so that's why...

Brushing a hand through his untamed curls, the hero student frowned. He had completely forgotten to redye his hair ever since he moved into the dorms, too preoccupied with school activities and villains suddenly showing up to terrorize him and his class. And he didn't bring any dye with him since the stuff he packed just consisted of clothes, his notebooks, necessities, and All Might Merch...

His left eye twitched.

Oh well, nothing he could do about it now. Sure, he could go out and buy some new dye from a nearby store or maybe take a bus to go and pick up his leftover dye from his Mom's apartment but...

Izuku's frown deepened as his hand rested on the back of his head, his fingers tangling with his curls. He remembered how his mother told him to be careful with dyeing it again because the roots could get damaged. So maybe... He flexed his fingers. Should he just let the color grow out and-? Before he could finish his thoughts a hand grabbed a hold of his shoulders, spinning him around without warning.

"Idiot Deku shut the fuck up with your annoying mumbling and-" The teen startled, glancing over his shoulder with alarmed eyes, ceasing his uncontrolled mumbling. "The fuck?" Bakugo stood behind him, his hand still clamped around his shoulder while the other tugged at his green hair. He hadn't even heard the other boy approach him- where did he even come from?

At a particular harsh tug of his curls, Izuku protested against the ash-blonde's grip. "Kacchan? What're you doing?" Hot red eyes met with emerald green ones as Bakugo let go, retreating with a scowl. "You're younger than me so how the fuck are you going gray, Deku? Did you catch a disease or are you just dying from stress?" Izuku stilled.

Was... was that a hint of worry lacing the hot-headed teen's tone...? 

No way, right?

 Slowly shaking his head, Izuku leaned against the counter, while Bakugo just crossed his arms. "Ah, no Kacchan. It's just..." He glanced over to his other classmates, who were pretending not to listen, but failing miserably. "It seems my dye is growing out". He chuckled nervously, moving his hand to scratch the back of his nape. "Dye...?" Bakugo questioned, a conflicted expression crossing his face.

Izuku blanked at this. Right. Bakugo didn't know about his hair... Or couldn't remember the time when he still had white hair because he was too young.

Laughing nervously, the freckled boy scooted a few centimeters to the right, away from his childhood friend. "Yeah, uh- The dye I've been using for my hair ever since I was really young...? I forgot to re-dye it when we moved into the dorms and I'm thinking of letting my hair recover- Ah- Kacchan wait! W-why are you lighting up your quirk- stop-" 

Before he could duck out of the way the fuming blonde grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him towards the bathrooms while growling things under his breath. "Oi, shitty hair! Get your hair clarifying shampoo and give it to me". Kirishima immediately perked up, jumping off of the couch and running up the stairs. Izuku just continued to struggle in the vice-like grip, spluttering helplessly (even though he could easily break out of Bakugo's hold).

The remaining trio on the couches just watched their brash friend drag the flailing Midoriya through the door of the men's bathroom, not wanting to get involved in whatever torture their poor classmate was about to go through. "Should we call Aizawa-sensei...?" Kaminari spoke up, eyeing the now-closed door with worry. 

"Nah, Aizawa said not to bother him this weekend, remember?". Sero mused, staring down into his empty bowl while Mina just sighed. A few seconds later the red-haired teen came sprinting down the stairs with a bottle and some other stuff clutched in his arms, an excited grin spread across his face.

He quickly disappeared into the bathroom while the trio just watched. Seconds later, the screaming started. Sero winced sympathetically, and Kaminari sent out a silent prayer to the green-haired student. 

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The whole thing went on for another few minutes, in which more of Class 1A joined the three downstairs, quizzically staring at the door, waiting for someone to emerge.

 "Are you sure we shouldn't go check and see if someone has died...? They've been in there for almost half an hour now". Yaoyorozu spoke up, setting down her plate of bacon and toast. "Perhaps Midoriya has already left this realm while we were just standing here..." Tokoyami murmured as he leisurely petted Dark Shadow.

"Yeah, what if Bakugo went ahead and drowned him in the sink?" Kaminari assumed dramatically, to which Jirou simply rolled her eyes. Her earphone jacks had reassured her of the three heartbeats inside the bathroom, meaning that Midoriya was alive and well, albeit a tad bit stressed.

They continued to sit in silence for another three minutes before suddenly the front door was opened, startling the hero students into turning around and looking at the newly arrived guest. "Good morning, problem children. Is there a reason you're all gathered here at the crack of dawn?" "Sensei, it's 7:40 a.m.-" "Exactly. It's too early".

Aizawa came marching into the common room, followed closely by Iida and Sato, who seemingly had been on their morning run. Mina waved at them along with some others, leaning over the green couch to face her teacher. "Hi sensei! We're waiting for a sign of life from Midoriya right now!" She explained happily.

Immediately, their teacher's face hardened as his eyes turned stony. "I swear to god if Problem-Child™ got kidnapped, fought with Bakugo, or broke his bones again I am going to-". The rest of his threat went unheard, as the loud bang from the bathroom door being thrown open interrupted him from whatever he was going to curse Midoriya with.

In the door frame stood none other than a very pissed-off Bakugo, who wasted no time to stomp over into the kitchen and begin to rummage through the fridge while hissing something under his breath along the lines of: "Stupid fucking Deku is a dandelion" and "The idiot never told me about this even once. ONCE!". 

Iida being Iida quickly speed-walked over to the angry blonde, chopping at him in disapproval. "Bakugo-kun, please mind your language!" He tried to lecture him, only to receive an angry snarl in return. The next person to walk through the door was Kirishima, who seemingly had one of Midoriya's arms in his grip, slowly pulling him along. "Come on Mido-bro. It doesn't look bad at all!" He reassured him cheerily. 

Mina and Kaminari perked up from where they sat, curiously leaning over the back of the couch as they waited for the local trouble magnet to appear. "I'm just not sure Kirishima- It looks weird! Maybe I should dye it again-" Midoriya muttered nervously, but the red-haired teen just shook his head, finally pulling him into view. "Nah, it just looks weird because you're not used to it, trust me, I had that too. But it really suits you, right guys?"

Izuku blinked in surprise at the sight of his classmates and teacher (why is Aizawa even here, he was supposed to have a day off-) and blushed, embarrassed at being shoved into the spotlight so abruptly. He froze on the spot, anxiously fidgeting with his shirt to avoid making eye contact with anyone. 

Momo was the first to gather her thoughts at the sight of her slightly ruffled classmate, tapping her index finger against her chin in thought. "Kirishima is right, Midoriya. Your natural hair color suits you quite nicely and brings out your eyes more". She complimented, which only worsened Izuku's condition. "She's right, Mido-chan. White looks good on you". Tsuyu added, moving to stand next to their class president.

"I believe the white makes you look more mature, Midoriya. But why did you even dye your hair in the first place? White fits you just fine". Todoroki noted, walking into the common room with a cup of water in his hands. Izuku stuttered, threading a hand through his wet curls, but before he could get any comprehensive words out, Aizawa came to his rescue and cut him off. 

"I'm sure Problem-Child has his reasons. Now, I originally came here to inform you of a trip you all would be taking today with All Might before I got interru-".

*Crash*

"GOOD MORNING, DEAR STUDENTS! I AM HE- AAUGH-". All Might burst through the front entrance, nearly running over Aizawa in the process and proceeding to cough up blood, looking dangerously pale all of a sudden. "Ah- All Might-sensei??" Izuku squawked in horror, meeting his eyes. "All Might-".

"ALL FOR ONE?!"

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And just like that, absolute hell broke out in the common room. 

"Excuse me, but what the fuck-".

"WHERE?!"

"A-All Might???"

"Is he blind? Wasn't that All For One guy bald and faceless?"

 "Dude."

"What? It's true! He looked more like a sack with cancer!"

"DUDE."

"I mean... with how ripped Mido's body is maybe they have some kind of resemblance-"

 "Secret love child??" 

"Todoroki, no."

"You guys are NOT helping-"

"Well, what are we supposed to do?!"

"Oh great, he's finally gone senile" Their teacher groaned, regretting ever having woken up at all. Iida gasped, chopping the air in exasperation. "Aizawa-sensei I implore you to mind your language as our teacher!" Sero and Sato quickly moved to block the blue-haired teen, holding him back. "Iida stop it-".

Midoriya flinched back, rightfully freaked out by all the panic going on around him. But he shook himself, carefully stepping over to where his mentor had crumpled to the ground.