Gently carding your fingers through Eijiro’s hair wasn’t your plan for the rest of the night, but there isn’t a second you don’t regret accepting his request for you to dye his hair.

As soon as Eijiro noticed his roots were growing out, again, he went to you— seeming as you’re the one with an.. eye for art, or maybe just competent enough for Eijiro to trust you to re-dye his hair, in class 1A.

The two of you were now in his dorm, him sitting in between your legs on the floor and you were sitting on his bed. The dyes box thrown in the corner of the room, ‘cause who needs instructions anyways?

“Sit still, I don’t ‘wanna get it in your eyes—“ You chuckled as you straightened his head up, his usual sharp toothy grin showing as he opened his eyes to look at you; red eyes gazing up at you with content.

“My bad, my bad.” He mumbled jokingly, tensing his head up so he wouldn’t mess up whatever your doing with his hair right now. As good as it felt he couldn’t help but chuckle at your damned concentration face each time he’d accidentally moved his head, smudging his forehead with the red box dye you were rubbing into his roots. And of course you forgot to wear the gloves that came with the box, idiot.