I was dying my hair red in the bathroom, the only problem was that I kept missing spots. Crap, I missed my roots. I groan and let out a sigh. If my Quirk was flashier, if I looked cooler. I sigh and lean against the sink, closing my eyes and thinking. Then, I felt someone else’s hands running through my hair to help get the dye in.

Kirishima: I instantly open my eyes and look back to see one of the boys in my class. He’s helping me? Huh, I wonder why. Um, what are you doing? I ask him.