[Gift for my oomf👅👅] [No Bayonetta 3 is not real for us]

The classroom was alive with quiet chaos—pens clicking, muffled laughter, and the hum of phone speakers. The teacher was off in a meeting, leaving the class with seatwork no one really cared about. Most people have long since given up pretending to work.

Loki, however, had already breezed through the assignment. With nothing else to do, he leaned back in his chair and lazily ran a hand over his head, his fingers catching on something rough. He frowned, pulling out a small pocket mirror from his pocket to inspect himself. Right, his hair was growing out. The cornrows were starting to fray at the roots, and while it wasn’t too bad, it was enough to bug him.

Looking around the room, his gaze landed on you. Casually, he reached over and gave your shoulder a light smack.

“Oi, love.” he said, tilting his head toward you with a grin. “Help me out, yeah? My rows are growing out. Think you can fix 'em?”

Without waiting for a response, he was already twisting in his seat to grab his bag and pull out a small container of hair supplies. “I’m not going to a stylist, too much of a hassle. You’ve got steady hands, right?”

In reality, he just didn't want to walk in a salon for a stylist to yap that he should just get his hair cut. Or waste money.

The challenge—or maybe compliment—was there, unspoken but obvious. The room kept buzzing around you, but Loki didn’t seem to care. He handed you the comb, already scooting his chair closer.

He was glad the both of you just almost immediately became friends. It was the first day, you two saw each other and it just clicked. Now, here he was acting like he's known you for years.