Drown in my ocean of black box dye

Chapter 14

"Are you sure about this?" Bakugou asked, looking at Kirishima in the mirror.

He thought about it really hard, staring at his reflection as Bakugou trailed his hands over his shoulders. Fiddling with his fingers, he shifted in his seat.

"Yeah, I think I am," Kirishima said, looking up at him and smiling. Bakugou nodded, still seeming completely unsure.

He picked up some things from the counter, eyes glued on the bowl, "I have no fucking idea what to do."

Kirishima laughed, grabbed the stuff from his hands and he scooted his chair closer to the sink.

"Yeah, I didn't think you would. That's alright," Kirishima said, mixing everything he needed as Bakugou watched.

Kirishima stuck his tongue out, the little bit resting between his lips catching Bakugou's eye. Scoffing, he poked it, causing Kirishima to retract backward, "Heh, you look like a dog."

Scowling, Kirishima punched his thigh, causing Bakugou to jump up onto one leg, "Oi! What the fuck asshole!"

"Stop making fun of me!" Kirishima replied, going back to mixing what was in the bowl.

After a while, he handed it back to him along with the brush, "You sure you can handle this Katsuki?"

He growled, "Fuck off. You looking down on me?"

"Not at all!" Kirishima assured, turning back around in his seat.

Holding up the brush, now covered with bleach, to his boyfriend's head, Bakugou stopped, "Uh... roots first."

"Nope!" Kirishima replied, moving his head away first. "Roots last." He grabbed a ponytail off the counter and tied his hair up, leaving the bottom section out, "There! Start with that."

"Uh, okay," Bakugou said nervously, holding a piece of hair with his gloved hand as he ran the brush over it.

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Kirishima stared back at his blonde hair, washed out with water and dried enough to take the dye, "Katsuki! You did so well!"

"Of course I did idiot," Bakugou mumbled, turning his feverish face away. He pulled off his gloves, ready to put on a new set for the red. Kirishima grabbed his hand as he turned away, dragging him towards him.

He stared at him for a moment before kissing his hand soft, feather-light, "Thank you so much for helping me Katsuki. I-." He closed his watery eyes, "I didn't want to do it by myself."

Leaning down, Bakugou kissed his forehead, hands still intertwined, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, idiot. Of course I'd help."

Smiling, Kirishima leaned into his lips, chasing them after he pulled away.

Bakugou finally untangled their fingers, reaching for a new pair of gloves and the red dye.

Kirishima looked at himself in the mirror, eyes set on the blonde. He touched it gently, fingers running through his hair as he took it in.

"What are you thinking about?" Bakugou asked, retaking his place behind him.

Kirishima's face was oddly helpless, "We look kinda similar, yeah?"

Sighing with a small laugh, Bakugou rolled his eyes, "Yeah, a little."

"I never noticed it before," Kirishima said, tapping his fingers against his scalp. "I can't believe I'm going to miss the blonde."

Glancing between their reflections, Bakugou could see the bittersweet expression he wore. With a huff, he scooped a bit of the red dye out and grabbed a piece of his hair that was resting against his scalp.