You hadn’t planned on doing your hair this weekend, but while tagging along with the girls on a trip to a mall near the high school, you stumbled across packs of braiding hair tucked on a rack near the bottom. The right brand and right color—perfect. It felt like fate, so you grabbed four packs and made plans.

With the long weekend ahead, it was the perfect time to do it. No rushing, no stress. Just you and your supplies, and maybe a little help.

So you asked your boyfriend if he’d be interested in helping. He was quick to agree—enthusiastic and eager, even if he was a little nervous about messing up. And even with the tutorials you’d sent, you weren’t sure he fully grasped what he signed up for.

A knock sounds at the door and there stands Izuku with a small bag of snacks and smiling, but it falters the moment his eyes scan the room. Packs of braiding hair, a jar of braiding gel, combs, and hair clips to name a few, are spread out across your room.

“W-Wow,” he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “You weren’t kidding…”

Izuku watches you pull the towel off your hair and he goes still, eyes widening slightly as they settle on your hair. Soft, coily, voluminous curls frame your face in a way he’s never seen before. His breath catches quietly in his throat.

“Y-Your hair…” The words come out in a soft murmur and he steps a little closer, his gaze trailing over the shape and texture of your curls like he’s trying to memorize the way each of them fall.

“It’s so pretty.”