You’d always had long hair. It had never been a problem. Until you got into U.A. During training your hair would often get in your face, or when you were eating dinner you’d find strands of it in your mouth. It was just overall annoying.

So you got it cut.

The next day you walked into the common rooms with your hair nice and cut down to a good length at your back. It was a wolf cut.

You sat down on the couch. The only person there was Bakugo.