The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 17.

After dinner, I decided it was time to try on all my new clothes. Upon telling Aizawa this, he insisted I show him too. A small part of me was excited about that.

"I bought them after all. Need to see if they're okay, because I already know you will be too awkward to tell me it doesn't fit or something's wrong with it" He reasoned. And he wasn't really wrong, to be honest.

With every piece of clothing, he gave an approving nod after I did a little spin to show the back.

"What's your favourite one?" He asked. I pointed at my new black vans, which were sitting comfortably on my feet. Usually, we'd never wear shoes in the house, but since they were new it was alright.

"These. Haven't had new shoes in a while." I smiled. He smiled back, looking at the shoes.

"That's everything! It all fits fine. Thank you, again. I really appreciate it." I continued.

"Don't worry about it." He began to get up, to do the washing up from dinner. I followed behind him, about to pick something up, until he interrupted me.

"Nope." He said without even looking, whilst running the tap and picking up the washing liquid. I sighed in defeat and went to his bedroom, to empty out the bags.

The bag of makeup was filled to the brim.

'It wouldn't hurt to try some, right?' I picked up some of the items, excited to actually use them. I snuck off to the bathroom, bag in hand.

I started with the neon green eyeliner, doing classic wing shapes. I topped it off with mascara. Opening the pack of brushes, I ran my fingers over, taking in their softness. The blusher brush was then dipped into my new blush, gently dragging it across my cheek. The highlighter was then added too. To finish off, I uncapped the eyebrow pencil, taking it to my own brows. Whilst I didn't have makeup at home, I did have tweezers luckily to keep it from being too bushy up there. Very small, easy thing to steal.

I admired the finished look in the mirror. I felt... pretty. A feeling I wasn't quite used to. But I didn't want to stop there. My hair fell limply off my head; it was black and sat just below my shoulders. I was used to cutting my own hair, but I needed something drastic to represent this new change in my life.

Going back to the kitchen, Aizawa was gone. Probably gone to bed or something. I took a pair of scissors from the drawer, bringing them back to the bathroom.

I held them up to my hair, deciding on what length would be best.

'Perfect.'

I quickly got to work, whilst putting fistfuls of hair into a carrier bag on the side. With an audible 'click', the door opened behind me.

"Shit, sorr-" Aizawa stopped mid-sentence, looking at me with surprise on his face. Without another word, he closed the door behind him and entered the bathroom. His own hair was tied back at the bottom of his head in a low ponytail, his bangs out of his face.

I was scared, once again. Not of him, no. My general instinct was to become fearful, since I had created a mess of hair in the bathroom. Of course, I had no reason to be afraid. He wasn't like those people.

He walked up to me, gently taking the scissors out of my hands. Taking locks in his fingers, he began cutting them to match the length I had already cut on the other side. He moved to the front of me, pulling the hair from either side to make sure it was the same length. Taking the scissors to my hair one last time, he trimmed the bangs a bit to finish. He held my shoulders, and spun me around to look at the mirror. My hair was now chin-length, even curlier, but shorter at the back. I fucking loved it.