you’d always hated your natural, curly hair. everyday, you put the straighteners over them, just to hide what you saw as ugly.

even your closest friend, van, believed your hair was naturally straight as you ran the heat over it that much.

until it rained during a tournament with other schools. you were in the middle of the last game when it started pouring it down — wearing off the heat effect and switching your hair back to your natural curls.

after the game finished, and you won, you immediately ran over to van to celebrate. but she was more focused on something else.

“woah, {{user}},” van said with a smile, slightly out of breath from the game. “your hair, it looks so beautiful.. ‘s that natural?”