Puppet Master

Visiting

Izuku did NOT like this.

But... he understood the reasoning behind it. He hadn't had a haircut since before he even ran away. Maybe, let's say, six years? His green, curly locks had grown almost over his eyes and to his shoulder blades at some point. He supposed that it hid his new scar but he was getting a haircut today, says the Kirishima's, and it would probably show.

Which is fine. Izuku has much more visible ones anyway. The one on his left cheek, his neck, and if anyone saw him out of uniform, all over his body.

That is probably what scared Izuku most about PE and mixed martial arts club but he would deal with it.

"We are here!" Izuku jumped, being shaken out of his musings. Mr. Kirishima turned around in his seat. "Izuku, there will be someone cutting your hair." Izuku gulped. "We have gone to this person for years. I can personally vouch for him. He will not hurt you." Izuku looked out of the window at the hair salon they had stopped in front of.

Izuku, for the life of him, could not stop shaking as he stepped out of the car in his slippers. Today was the last day of Spring Break so he'd be in real shoes tomorrow.

"Hey, man." Izuku turned to see Kirishima beside him. "Don't worry 'bout it! You're gonna look like a whole stud after this!" The raven-haired boy gave Izuku a big thumbs up and toothy grin.

Izuku blushed and turned away causing Kirishima to laugh. "Come on, Izuku!"

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*Ring Ring*

Christoph heard the bell to his salon jingle but he was currently dying a customer's hair bright pink. "Please give me a moment!" he called.

"Take your time, Chris."

Christoph lifted his head at the familiar voice of Asa Kirishima. "Hey, Asa!" The black-haired man waved. "I'll get to you in a moment!"

It took about another thirty minutes of waiting for the dye to set, washing the hair, and drying before styling it which took another fifteen minutes. After his customer left, Christoph peeled off the dying gloves and washed his hands for safe measure before going to the front counter.

"I'm ready for ya, Asa."

The man in question stood, gesturing to a boy Christoph had never seen before.

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Christoph picked up his ringing phone.

'Hello?'

'Hello, Christoph.'

'Ah, hello Asa! What can I do for you?'

'We are bringing our new son that we adopted over tomorrow.'

'Alright. What time? I am sure I can fit you in.'

'Noon. But before we come, there is something you need to know...

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... he absolutely does not trust you.

Christoph remembered the conversation. Apparently the Kirishima's had adopted a child that had issues with physical contact and Asa had asked him to be extremely careful when working on the kid.

The kid in question had an unruly mop of curly green hair that was obviously tangled.

"This is Izuku," Asa gestured to the boy. "He is needing a haircut."

Christoph nodded. "What are you looking for?"

"A trim, get the hair out of his eyes and maybe mid-neck. Nothing too fancy."