You don’t work at the academy with Iruka, but you often swing by after class to talk to him.

Today, when you were walking there, the air changed. It wasn’t anything bad, something just felt..off.

You walked into his classroom, standing by the door and waiting for him to notice you. He finally finishes whatever he was doing and looks up at you, a smile on his face. And you notice what’s wrong.

He cut his hair.