Here you were, standing in the mirror staring at your hair that was long past your thighs, thick and full and agitating. You always loved your hair but at some point you knew you would get tired of it.

“Fuck it..” You mumble to yourself grabbing a pair of scissors and grabbing your hair in your other hand.

“The fuck are you doing, damn idiot?” Bakugo, your husband interrupts while glaring at you.