BNHA AU Little Bedtime Stories

Hairdresser Bakugo (Bakugo & Class A)

Not as good as my other stories here, but here you go anyway. Also, sorry for the late update, school is still my priority here.

Katsuki wasn't one to take hobbies for fun. It had to be a challenge. He couldn't be an athlete, he had to be the best athlete in the world. Of course, he knew his own limit. Being in an internship with Best Jeanist wasn't a limit, it wasn't a challenge. At least, it wasn't supposed to be one. The pro hero just wanted him to be more kind to others. Katsuki didn't care about what the world thought about him. He didn't care about all the extras in his way. Somehow, with the number four hero, he learned more manners and hobbies than at his own home. Best Jeanist had the right information to make Katsuki do what he wanted. For example, on the first day of his internship, he had to brush his hair! Best Jeanist had to put a lot of gel because nobody could tame his bombing hair.

One day, they were passing a hair salon while patrolling. It has been three days since he was with Best Jeanist and the guy didn't stop taunting him with everything. How he could never be kind to children, how he could never be able to help the elderly, how he wasn't able to take care of himself. All were lies, but for some reason, Katsuki had to prove to Best Jeanist that he could do all of these before the end of the internship. He was supposed to be the next number one hero, so he had to be good at everything. His behavior and anger issues were still keeping him from being actually nice to anybody, but he still helped every elderly person he crossed while patrolling. That day, Best Jeanist was hinting at the fact that Katsuki didn't have a sense of style. He did have one, his costume was proof that he thought about it better than anyone else. He didn't have to do major changes like Deku's or Icyhot's. Four Eyes' costume was a ripoff of his family tradition and all the girls' costumes were revealing too much for his taste.

Best Jeanist took Katsuki by his collar and brought him inside the hair salon.

"What are we doing here?" he barked at his mentor.

"You're going to watch what these magnificent ladies do with the hair of these beautiful little girls."

"Huh?!"

"I have to get rid of this horrible hair somehow and it was the only hair salon close to the area we are patrolling. None of them are available at the moment but you'll get your turn. Your awful sense of style needs to be fixed since you can't take care of that."

Katsuki was about to fume. He didn't take care of his sense of style? His hair was spiky for a reason! His teeth were white for a reason! His costume was badass and nobody could take that away from him! He'll show this blue man that he can have style. He'll study each hairdresser as they work and he'll learn every hairstyle, every makeup trick, every fashion style, and every walking style. Didn't have any sense of style! He'll show him some sense of style.

With that in mind, Katsuki studied the meticulous work of the hairdressers. He learned how to cut hair, how to attach it, and how to take care of it. When it was his turn, he tried to obey what the hairdresser was telling him to do. His hair didn't give a damn, which was worth seeing the trouble the lady was trying to do to tame it. Before she could even apply some gel to keep it together, Best Jeanist paid and told Katsuki that it was time to continue patrolling. He was so proud of his hair that they turned back in their spiky form on their own and plastered a grin in his face. He wasn't done with Best Jeanist's challenge though. He still needed to learn so many things, such as makeup, fashion, and more. He would do that at home though, where he could try it in peace.

U. A. Dorms, many months later

They were relaxing in their dorms, minding their own business. Katsuki was awake in his bed, wondering why his mom agreed with the whole dorm thing. He didn't want to wake up with the sound of people screaming in the hallways. At least, it didn't beat his mom's yelling at night. She always screamed at the TV when whatever sports were on. He prepared himself for the day. A Saturday. Great.