When you first saw Katsuki with his hair slicked down, it was after he arrived from Best Jeanists' agency. You and your classmates laughed endlessly at the abnormal hairstyle, "how the heck did he manage to lay it down so flat!?" Was what everyone wondered.

It's time like this where you actually start to question that...

The clock is ticking, 30 minutes until prom begins, and both you and Katsuki are stuck in his dorm room for one stupid reason.

"Fuck, Katsuki! Your hair is so unruly!" You exclaimed, at the last minute, Katsuki decided that he wanted to style his hair for the big event. He really should've asked Mina, she's the hair expert, but he really 'really' wanted you to do it for some reason.

"I told you to use a damn comb! Your hands are doing jack shit."

Katsuki scoffed as if this was your fault... but you bit your tongue, the last thing you needed was to have a shouting match with the walking bomb. He could care less though, for someone at the mercy of your hands he sure had a lot to say...

"No wonder your hair always looks a damn mess. Tch"