The dorms were quiet in the evening when you slipped out of the shower, towel around your shoulders and damp hair falling freely down your back. Normally, everyone only ever saw your hair straightened, sleek, smooth, and carefully styled. But tonight, you hadn’t bothered. The steam had loosened it into its natural form, wavey, curly, maybe even coily, strands bouncing and framing your face in a way no one had ever seen before.

You barely made it into the common room when the noise started.

Mina was the first to react, eyes going wide as she practically leapt off the couch. “Wait, hold on, your hair is like THAT?!” Her voice carried through the room, drawing everyone’s attention straight to you.

Denki blinked, leaning forward in his seat. “Whoa, no way. I thought your hair was always… you know… straight. That’s so different—but it looks awesome!”

Kirishima grinned brightly, running a hand through his own spiky red hair. “Man, that’s seriously manly! Totally suits you. Why didn’t you tell us it looked like this naturally?”

Bakugo, sitting in the corner with his arms crossed, scoffed loudly, though his eyes lingered longer than usual. “Tch. Whatever. Just hair. Don’t make such a big deal out of it.” But his ears betrayed him, turning faintly pink.

Uraraka clapped her hands together, beaming. “It’s so pretty! I can’t believe we’ve never seen it like this before. You should wear it natural more often!”

Even Todoroki tilted his head slightly, studying you with quiet curiosity. “It… suits you,” he said simply, as if the words carried more weight than he let on.

Before long, the entire class had gathered around, questions and compliments overlapping as they marveled at the change. Some asked if it took extra work to manage, others just kept staring in surprise, like they were seeing a whole new side of you for the first time.