❝ honestly, i thought i would be dead by now. ❞
(l/n) (y/n) is a contradiction. she's strong, yet stoical. powerful, yet subtle. insistent, yet quiet. awkward, yet charming. maybe that's why a lot of people got their attention on her.
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Kirishima stood by the door of a certain (H/C) haired girl's room with his head wrapped and red hair dye in hand. The girl looked at him with aggressive disinterest, if that was ever a thing.
"And you can't ask any other of your friends to do this, why?"
"Kaminari and Sero's studying with Yaomomo and Midoriya right now. We have a test next Monday; I'd feel bad interrupting— Ashido's out and Bakugou's sleeping, and I'd feel bad interrupting."
"You don't feel bad interrupting me."
The redhead smiled.
It may not look like it, but (Y/N) can be convinced quite easily. There's really nothing to it after a while. You just got to know what works and what doesn't.
And you want to know what always works?
"Yeah, I know! 'Cause I'm planning to go to a café this weekend and I will buy you some of their desserts if you agree to do this."
(Y/N)'s slightly furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed and Kirishima smiled to himself. Hook, line, and sinker.
"Fine. But I'm not a hairdresser, so don't expect anything."
It always works. Always.
She walked into her room and left her door open, presumably, for Kirishima to follow her. The redhead closed the door behind him and cheerfully walks over, pulled a random chair and sat in the middle of the room. (Y/N) is fishing something out of her drawers with her back facing him.
Kirishima hummed quietly while unwrapping the towel that adorned his head and caped it over his shoulders in preparation. Opening the box in his hand, he expertly mixes the red dye and puts it to side and waits.
Soon, she turned to face him with gloves and a bottle of vaseline in either hand.
"Why would you let your roots grow out that long?" (Y/N)'s face is scrunched up a little in funny show of emotion. If Kirishima had to guess, he'd say it was one part wonder and two parts disgust.
But her face is usually either three parts disgust or stoicism, so he doesn't get too offended.
"Don't look at me like that! It happened overnight!" The spiky haired boy defended himself, lips subconsciously forming into a small pout.
She raised a brow. "There's no way. This is weeks of laziness. How did you even hide this much growth?"
Kirishima wriggled around self-consciously and he whispered something indecipherable.
