Izuku's Tangles

Father Knows Best

Izuku was sitting on the warm sofa in the living room with a book in hand. Playing with the corner of the page, he read the text in a focused mindset. It was just around the time his dad would be home.

His hair ran throughout the house, mostly bunched up where he sat.

When he heard a few sounds at the door, he shot up. "Dad!"

Izuku dashed off the couch and booked it to the foyer. He began to sway side to side waiting for Dad to walk inside the house. Dad was making some clicks and knocks behind the door like he always did.

The door slowly opened up and in came in Dad who wore a black suit with three plastic bags of food hanging from his forearms.

"Hello Dad!"

Dad smiled warmly, "Hey Izu, how are you?"

"I'm good! Super excited you are home now. You?" Izuku asked, following his Dad. The man was taking off his shoes with one hand and the bags in the other.

"I'm glad to hear that." Dad said, walking into the living room and kitchen. He stepped over Izuku's hair when it crossed his path. "I see that you cleaned the house beautifully."

Izuku giggled, "Yeah I did."

Dad and Izuku arrived inside the kitchen, one dropped off the groceries and the other sat down on a stool. "Did anything else?" Dad asked, putting the carrots inside the fridge.

Izuku rested his head on his hand, "Not really. The usual."

Dad chuckled, "Seems fun."

Izuku laughed, "It sorta was."

Dad closed up the cupboards and the fridge. He threw the bags inside the garbage and turned to face his son.

"I need to brush your hair now." Dad said, "Get a instrument of your choice, I'll be in the living room"

"Are you hurt?" Izuku asked as he got off the stool.

"No, I just want to brush your hair."

"Oh okay." Izuku went off walking to the music room.

Dad always tended to act strictly after a hard day at work. He comes home and asks to brush Izuku's hair rather quickly. It used to bug Izuku that Dad didn't want to play with him right after a day of not being with him. After a while of seeing Dad in that mood, Izuku learnt to adapt to it. Izuku realized how relaxing and nice it was to have his hair brushed by Dad.

Izuku grabbed a guitar from the string instrument rack and left to go to the living room. He sat down on the little chair Dad set up for this very purpose. The chair was directly in front of the sofa.

Dad was sitting on the sofa behind the little chair with a brush in hand. Izuku smiled and sat in front of his dad on the little chair.

"Ready?" Dad asked, bringing the brush up to Izuku's green puffy hair.

"Ready!" Izuku beamed, resting the guitar in his lap and strumming the strings.

Izuku hummed a song, strumming the intro of the song.

Dad began to brush the top of the hair and slowly bring it down to the different parts of Izuku's hair.

"Flower~" Izuku sang the song. Closing his eyes, he played the song and sang, loving the feeling of a brush flowing through his hair. Dad grew silent, focusing on the task at hand.

His hair glowed a bright neon green.

"What once was mine~" Izuku finished the song off, smiling brightly. He pulled the guitar away from his chest and turned his head around to see his Dad.