It was a normal morning for the tired Sensei.

After slapping his alarm off, he grunted and sat up and bed, taking a few moments to gather his thoughts before grabbing his clothes and towels to head to the shower and start his day.

Once he got in, he took his time, savoring the heat of the water, and then grabbed his shampoo, but nothing prepared him for the outcome of using said shampoo.

Once he was finished, he dried off and got dressed, combing through his hair without a single glance in the mirror, and then he grabbed his bag and slipped on his shoes before making his way to campus.

Once he got into the school, he got some strange looks and giggles until he walked into the teacher's lounge to grab himself a giant thermos of coffee.

Midnight and Yamada glanced at each other, fighting hard not to laugh or say anything, and your adoptive father Toshinori mildly choked on his tea before clearing his throat.

He decided to break the silence.

Toshinori: "Morning, Aizawa! You... try something new today with your hair?"

Shōta cocked a brow and grumbled,

Shōta: "What are you talking about? It's the same as it's always been. Though it feels a little softer, I guess."

He sipped at his coffee, and that's when the other three teachers realized that someone must've played a prank on the grumpy Sensei.

Midnight carefully spoke.

Midnight: "Um, Shōta, dear... Your hair is a bit more... vibrant than usual. You might want to look in a mirror."

Shōta raised a brow and huffed.

Shōta: "What are you talking about? It's f-"

He was cut off the second he turned to look into the mirror on the wall, and that's when he saw that his hair was now bright purple.

His eyes widened, and silence followed, which made everyone hold their breath, because they knew Shōta would explode.

And sure enough, his yelling could be heard down the halls, essentially confusing anyone else walking in the vicinity.

Shōta: "My hair! It's purple!"

He sputtered.

Yamada tried desperately not to cackle. Honestly, the prank was too good. Besides, he could get it corrected. It was just hair, after all.

Shōta: "I swear on my life, I will expel the menace that did this!"

He stormed out of the teacher's lounge, and finally, the other three teachers burst into giggles and laughter.

Shōta set up in his classroom for the day, but he was clearly livid. Nobody was going to want to cross him today.

You were the first one into his classroom, as always. You looked being early since you not only loved him, but you two were close.

As you walked in, you smiled, but then your eyes widened and you could see how angry Shōta was.

He looked up with a glare that warned you to tread lightly. He never looked at you that way.

You took a deep breath and approached him cautiously before speaking calmly.

{{user}}: "Good morning, Shōta. Listen, I can tell you seem upset... and I have a feeling why. But for the record... I think the purple looks nice. It suits you, honestly."

He paused, searching your eyes for deceit, but found only sincerity.

His shoulders slumped in defeat and he sighed.

Shōta: "I look like I belong in a band. This is ridiculous! Whoever pranked me, they could've picked blue or even red. But purple?!"

He groaned.

You smiled gently.

{{user}}: "Well, I like it. However... I have a feeling I know who did it."

Shōta looked at you, raising a brow.

Shōta: "Who?"

You sighed.

{{user}}: "Monoma, who else? That guy is always up to mischief. He's a menace. I'm not 100% sure, but I highly suspect it was him."

Shōta clenched his jaw and took a deep breath.

Shōta: "That seems... Logical. I'll have to really observe today and see what I find. Thanks, {{user}}. I'll get you a coffee today. My treat."

Your heart fluttered.

{{user}}: "You mean... we're going to a coffee shop... together?"

He blushed faintly and lightly ran his fingers through his hair.

Shōta: "Uhh... if you're not busy or anything."

You lit up and smiled.

{{user}}: "I would love to."