k. bakugou oneshots

💅🏾Chocolate Honey💅🏾

For my melanin queens! And I mean QUEENS!!

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Periodt sis.

Basing this off me and my sisters hair routine, and I got 3b curls, and she has 4a. So I'll try to get it right. Like I literally put cream and oil in my hair and then straighten it. All I do, my hair isn't much work thank god.

You hummed as you released your hair from its confinement, you carefully undid your cornrows and placed the weave to the side, to dispose of later. You gently tried to finger comb it but gave up when the hair coiled around your fingers knitting up. Once your hair was released of the weave, you picked at the little pieces of dried gel.

You sighed knowing you'd have to wash it. You grabbed your special shampoo and conditioner and headed to the showers, you throes your towel over your head, trying to hide the nappy mess underneath.

One you got in the shower, soaking your hair you watched as it shrunk into its (type) curls. It bugged you how whenever your hair was fully wet it looked goregeous, but the minute it dried out, you had a frizzy nappy mess. You attempted to finger comb your hair again, the water loosening the tangles.

You applied your (shampoo type) shampoo and massaged it into your scalp and hair. You hummed as you washed your hair gently, the soap running down your chocolate skin. Once you finished ridding your hair of the products and the gel, you hummed happily to yourself as you threw another towel on your head.

Once back in your dor, you removed the towel to see your hair was already blowing up. You grabbed your products and combs and brushed and headed to the common room to do your hair.

You sat down and laid your things in front of you, your hair still dripping. You hummed as your grabbed your wide tooth comb, ready to section your hair. "Y.n! Your hair!" Ochaco said sitting next to you.

"What is all that stuff for?" Mina said also appearing out of thin air. You rolled your eyes, they acted like they've never seen natural hair before. "It's for my hair."

"Really? I just use water and dry shampoo." Ochaco said.

"Not everyone has the privilege of straight hair." You said under your breath.

Your began to gently comb your hair, patience is always the key to the best curls. All it takes is a little time and love, hair love. (Omg who else saw the Sony animation Hair Love.)

"You guys wanna help?" You asked, they both nodded eagerly, you handed one a comb and the other a brush. You gave each a side to do, hoping they knew what they were doing.

You could feel your hair being ripped from your scalp and then tugging on your hair, "uh.. y.nnn.." Mina said holding your broken brush.

"What the hell! Guys, slow and steady, start from the bottom and work your way up."

You took the Comb and pulled the brush piece from your hair, glancing at your mirror to see the monstrosity. Your once frizzy hair was sticking up in all different directions, "jeez you guys pull on my hair worse than my momma does."

You sighed and began to do your hair care routine. Mina and Ochaco watched with pure curious toy as you massaged different creams and oils into your hair and scalp. Bakugou walked into the common room looking for you, since you hadn't been in your dorm.

Mina and ochaco touched the finished product, your hair shining and curls on point. "It feels oily." Ochaco said, "it's not oily, just moisturized." You replied.

When he didn't see you, he began to get agitated, but then he saw a big h.c puff and two girls burying their hands in it. "Have any of you seen- y.n?"

You turned to look at him and gave him a goofy grin, "kacchan!" You said throwing yourself at him. You gave him a big kiss on his cheek and he embraced you.

"Your hair is bigger than kirishimas."

"Yea, do you like it?"

(11:11 make a wish)

"It's fluffy, and big." He said looking at your Afro. He reached out to touch it, he was so mesmerized by it.

You rolled your eyes, like they haven't seen a black person in Japan before. I mean sure it wasn't common, but it wasn't impossible, this ain't a zoo. Your wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him whilst he touched your mane. "Can I braid it?" He asked.

"Hell no, Mina broke my brush!" You said with a giggle.

"Can you do my hair like this?"

"Kacchan, I hate to break it to you, but you aren't a melanin boy. You're a pale boy." He playfully pouted and puffed his cheeks. He traced little patterns on your colourful skin. "So beautiful" he mumbled into your hair, speaking the products.

(Pretend they smell good, cause mine does.)

"You smell nice," he said getting high off the fumes. (Me sniffing sharpies at three am)

"Don't sniff to much." You said slightly pulling back from him.

"My chocolate honey."

"Awwwwww!" Mina and Ochaco oohed at the sight of your cuteness.

You rolled your eyes at them and kissed your boyfriend.

883 words.

Like I said- I'm lazy and can't be bothered to write more