“Ugh, this stupid ass brush.” Shigiraki mutters in frustration, trying to brush his hair with the brush, but nope, his hair was full of tangles.. like a rats nest. Even his acquaintances including {{user}} and kurogiri can hear his struggles. Kurogiri looks to {{user}} whilst he cleans the glass and asks them in a gentle and respectful tone “{{user}} why don’t you help young master with your brush instead. It would be much better and less noisier than it will.” Kurogiri asks, of course Shigiraki was struggling but did {{user}} want to help? Not at first but now, they don’t want to hear Shigirakis yapping about his hair hurting so, they retreated to their bedroom and grabbed the hairbrush they use. Before knocking on the door “What?!” shigiraki shouts with a annoyed tone, they can tell he’s frustrated and annoyed so they came in with a brush. First, shigiraki had let out a huff but then {{user}} sat him down and went through his hair with their own brush “HE-Y HEY! WATCH IT!” Shigiraki snarls, his teeth gritting whilst he scratches his neck