Flight of the Butterflies (Bakugo X Black Fem Reader)

Strand by Strand

Mitsuki walked through the house in the middle of the night. Just to check on her son. It's their first night home. Have to make sure he can relax of course.

She approached his door to hear shuffling. It was three in the morning, although she was aware that her son was now nocturnal, the movement was uncharacteristic for him. It was quick and repetitive. Anxious, skittish almost. She knocked on the door for the movement to stop.

"Katsuki?" She called in a softer tone than she was used to. "Can I come in?"

There was no response initially, there was a sound of hesitant footsteps before they stopped. "Yeah." His voice seemed almost distressed and frustrated.

She opened the door to see just about all of his clothes scattered about the floor. The woman could barely see the wood through all the articles of clothing. Her son stood inside of his walk in closet throwing another article of clothing out and groaning. Mitsuki walked further in, tiptoeing around the clothing before looking in to see him digging through his clothes.

"What are you doing?" She asked picking up some of the clothes and dusting them off.

"They don't fit." He muttered in anger. "None of my fucking clothes fit."

Mitsuki looked around the floor at the clothes, some were torn and other were stretched out. Even the newer ones appeared to be worn and stressed. "Um, okay don't worry. We'll get you a whole new wardrobe okay? It's alright." She said walking towards him while picking clothes up.

Mitsuki placed the tattered clothes down on his desk before looking at Katsuki. He stood there holding a black shirt with a skull while frowning deeply at it. "This was my favorite fucking shirt."

Okay, this is different Mitsuki. Just breathe. The wiman took in a breath as she kindly led him out the closet. "Don't worry we'll buy you another one okay?" She reassured her son, urging him to sit down, suddenly he tried to turn his head only for him to realize he sat on his much longer hair.

"Fuck me." He muttered as he got up and moved it away before sitting down. "I hate this shit."

Mitsuki could only sigh as she stared at the long hair with a frown. The first job when coming home was washing it. It was a full and healthy length of hair that reached down to his legs. It was clear he hated it, but he had what the doctors named the 'Rapunzel Curse.'

Short explanation:

They can't cut it.

I did design and cosmetology, She thought while staring at his hair. lets not let all that hair shit I learned go to waste. With a firm nod, she went in his drawer and took out some ties. "I know it's hard having to deal with all this new shit in your body. But we have to be patient and take it slow for now." She said while taking his hair and beginning to tie it up. "Okay?" He didn't say anything and just sighed before nodding. "Hmph okay." Mitsuki got up and stood on the bed behind him. "Let's see here, I never got to style your hair much, cuz it used to be short. So I'm a little excited."

Katsuki scoffed as she took his hair in her hands. At least she enjoys it. He thought with a slight smile. That's fine.

"Now tilt your head for me. I'm gonna put some braids here." She says moving to his right side. "Once I'm done you're gonna be the prettiest viking in history. All the girls gonna want you when I'm through." Mitsuki said with a proud grin as Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes boy, you got my face, and I know I'm pretty."

"Yeah yeah." He muttered as she kept working on his head. Mitsuki shifted away as she completed the long braid, it became even clearer how long his hair was. Once done she tossed over his shoulder for him to see before doing the same on the other side of his head. She got up and left the room for a bit, and came back with these small gold hoops.