❝𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊.❞

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐫☀︎

request: none

genre: fluff, slice of life, domestic

warnings: katsuki is a huge simp, hair specifics, swearing (because bakugo)

synopsis: you never fully dry your hair. katsuki will always fix that.

word count: 500+

a/n: was drying my hair about to pass out when this idea popped up. all that sleepiness went poof lmao

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thinking of katsuki bakugo who notices you never fully dry your hair. he's entering your dorm room seeing you lying on your stomach scrolling on your phone and the next moment you're screeching because he's tugging at your precious roots to get you off the bed.

"damn fucking idiot," katsuki grumbles, "yer gon' get lice 'n shit in yer hair if ya don't dry it properly."

he's ignoring your protests as he plugs the dryer he found in your closet into one of the power outlets. He's surprisingly deft with his hands and the way his wrist turns slightly from angling the hairdryer makes you swallow thickly, unable to tear your eyes off the mirror. He's practically showing off the veins of his.

save for a few curses here and there, katsuki is surprisingly domestic, carefully lifting and somehow untangling the knots that would never get out of your hair. you end up clawing at him for answers, your only response being a firm smack to the head. He's quiet as he lifts another layer of your hair, thinking of how it's usually done during schooldays. He can't help but flush as the image of your amused expression pops into his mind.

you sit there quietly, the whir of wind in your ear and making occasional grunts when he brushes your hair in between. Your head tilts back every time he does and katsuki pushes it forward, growling at you to stay still. You only respond with a giggle and you can practically hear him roll his eyes.

katsuki doesn't dry other people's hair. he isn't one of your best friends who braids your hair while gossiping. he does this only because he cares, as much as he's reluctant to admit. enough to stand behind you on your chair, turning on some cozy music while you hum along, the table mirror reflecting your pretty face as you do your skincare routine.

you're really pretty, he thinks, the tips of his ears turning pink as he follows your eyes. he cherishes these subtle moments with you because he can get so much closer to you, both physically and emotionally. he loves the body lotion you use. it's the type of smell that makes his eyes linger on you a bit longer than he wants. oh, what else does he love? katsuki can't keep wondering because then he'd be wasting his precious time of being able to admire every inch of you.

red eyes turned a soft glow of scarlet, the tips of his hair flying in the wind of the hairdryer. He's so focused on looking at your smile that he doesn't notice you tapping on his arm, saying that you think your hair's okay now.

"katsuki?" you repeat, noticing how his shoulders jolt. the hairdryer is off in an instant and katsuki turns away abruptly, stiffly walking towards your closet to return the hairdryer.

"why're you—" "shut up."

your eyes stay on the back of his head, question marks floating above your head. katsuki trembles but you don't notice.

he's glad that you can't see his face because then you'll see how red it is.