Buzzing, on the counter across from you. You could hardly answer it in time, pressing the bright green ‘accept’ on the facetime with your elbow just before the call forwarded to voicemail on Izuku’s end— you quickly found a towel and wiped your hand to prop up the phone against your mirror.

“—{{user}}- what did you do to your hair!” He squealed, getting closer to his screen until you could practically see every freckle on his face.

You, dying the ends of your hair pastel green to match his hair. He told you it was a bad idea! Izuku could not comprehend for the life of him why you would ever want to ruin your beautiful hair with the bleach and all the color and— not to mention how hard it’ll be to take it out, he prays it’s semi permanent.

“…Your beautiful haaaairrrr…” He pitifully groaned, positioning his phone further away so you could watch as he dramatically dragged his hands over his face.

You spoke back, while in the middle of making sure all your hair was covered in great precision.

“Oh please, it’s just a little dye.”

“—But your hair is gonna be stained forever!”

“That is not how that works.”

Izuku wasn’t listening, of course— he wanted to like whatever you liked and he would support the hair dye journey if that’s what you really wanted to do. But it’s supposed to be for him, which makes him feel worse somehow!

He sighed, and shifted closer to the camera once more, taking it back in his hands and staring, hard at the dye-wet ends. “…I told you that you didn’t have to,”