Thread by @italian_lily

A (hopefully) short #kacchakothread

Prompt: A Bad Hair Day
Pairing: #kacchako

“Ashido...” Eijirou eyed the pink haired young woman who was inching uncomfortably close to the couch where an irritable blond haired man slumbered.

Katsuki had passed out an hour ago after finishing his late morning workout. In their third year he was working harder than ever.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to take naps in the common room when he finally had a few moments of peace and quiet. Bakugou was one of the few who managed to land himself a paid internship that treated him much more like an actual sidekick.

The trade off? He worked longer hours and

brought back a stack of paperwork after each shift. On top of that he was managing his school work, rigorous training schedule, and somehow found time to study with his ‘band of numbskulls’.

Poking the sleeping bear was not a good idea.

Especially with hair clippers in hand.

“What are you doing?”

Not far behind we’re Denki and Hanta, each wearing opposite expressions. Hanta’s teeth were clenched in a grimace while Denki looked a cross between nervous and excited.

“Shhh!” Mina pressed her finger to her lips. Her mischievous grin didn’t reassure him.

She made a beeline straight for Katsuki and waved Denki over. The electric blond tip toed close enough for Mina to pop the plug into his mouth. A jolt of electricity surged through him to power the clippers.

“No.” Eijirou stepped up, finger posed for scolding. “Both of you, no!”

“Don’t be such a buzz kill!” Mina waved him off. “He’ll thank me for this later. He’s in desperate need!”

He was. Katsuki hadn’t had time or energy to waste on a haircut in months. Buzzing his hair off in his sleep was not the answer.

“Aishido...I’m warning you. Don’t do it.”

Mina gave a defiant look and switched the clippers on. “Live a little, Kiri!” Mina sang. “He sleeps like the dead anyway.”

“Which is exactly what you’ll be if you do this!” Eijirou snapped.

Hanta rubbed his neck. “I’m starting to agree. This sounded fun at first, but Bakugou is

gonna blow.”

Katsuki was laying on his stomach, head faced toward the back of the couch and arm tucked beneath his cheek. He slept peacefully unawares of his friends hair brained scheme.

“When did you become such a wet blanket!?” Mina gasped at him. She shook her head. “Guys,

It’s fine! I watched a YouTube tutorial.”

As if that somehow gave her the skills to cut someone’s hair without their consent.

“That’s not—! Ugh,” Eijirou pinched his nose.

Mina shrugged. “I’m gonna do it.”

“Damn it, Ashido—!” Eijirou swiftly stomped across the common room.

Mina ignored him and leaned down, placing the cool metal against the back of his neck. Katsuki flinched, grunting. At that exact moment as she started to push up, Eijirou reached for her.

“ASHIDO!” He snapped.

She buzzed up.

Katsuki jolted.

“The fuck!?” He snapped groggily.

Mina yelped in shock, her hand moving sharp to the left taking a large patch of blond with it. She stiffened, back snapping straight and clippers clasped to her chest.

“The hell do you idiots want?” Katsuki rubbed sleep from his eyes.

Denki’s mouth fell open, dropping the cord.

The clippers turned off, leaving the room in silence. Eijirou slapped a hand over his mouth, Hanta made a strangled sound, and Denki might have just wet himself.

“Um.”

Katsuki gave a confused look to the clippers. His eyes bounced over to the pale expressions staring back.

Dropping his eyes, he noticed clumps of ash blond hair scattered along his shoulders and couch.

No.

His hand flew to the back of his head.

Oh, no, no, no...

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Katsuki blew up the couch, launching himself toward Mina and Denki. “ILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!”

Eijirou had a feeling Katsuki might actually kill them, if it wasn’t for the front door opening.

“Man, you guys are always so lively!” Ochako came wandering over with a jovial bounce in her step. “What’s going — oh!” Her hands formed a tent over her lips, eyed wide as saucers.

Katsuki had his hands wrapped around Denki’s throat and Mina’s collar shaking them both when the new voice interrupted. He stiffened and whipped around to find Ochako staring at him. Or more precisely, his hair.

His ears were nearly maroon with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Eijirou flinched. Shit.

“Bro—“ he reached a hand out, but Katsuki merely shoved Mina and Denki toward him roughly.

“Oh, Baku—!” Ochako called to him, but Katuski was already on his way to the elevators. The doors shut, but the tense atmosphere filled with regret remained.

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Ochako walked straight into the wall.

She definitely watched where she was going - or at least she had until she caught sight of unruly ash-blond hair approaching classroom 3-A.

At least, she expected his hair to be a in disheveled and in badly shaven ruins, but it wasn’t.

The awkward line that Mina cut through his hair was gone. Actually, the entire bottom section of his hair was gone?! The tip had been cut down and blended into the stylish undercut.

His hair didn’t look bad.

It looked good.

“Ooph-ouch!”

Maybe a little too good.

Ochako groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. She nearly dropped her books as she took a step back from the wall and clutched her sore nose with one hand. Her forehead was throbbing, too.

“Ochako-chan, are you okay?” Tsu tilted her head. “Make sure to watch where you’re going, kero.”

Right.

Ochako lowered her hand, relieved to see that at least there was no blood. “Yeah, my bad. Guess I got distracted...” she laughed sheepishly. “Let’s get to class.”

She was pleased to confirm that she had not been hallucinating in the hall when she caught sight of Katsuki.

He still sat in the front of the room while her desk was tucked two rows to the right and in the back. It gave her the perfect view of his head, which also ended up being her greatest distraction.

She hoped he liked his new cut, because it was a good look on him.

10/10 should keep it.

“Uraraka. Please give us the answer for problem 3.”

Ochako’s head shot up. “Um...!” She scrambled, eyes skimming to her text book only to realize she must not be on the same page as everyone else. “O-one moment...”

Maybe she should stop staring and focus.

Lunch couldn’t come fast enough.

Ochako turned down lunch with her friends in favor of going for a walk around the courtyard. Maybe some fresh hair — AIR — would help her get her head on straight.

It was just a haircut. Katsuki was always plenty attractive!

Before it had been his shoulders that always drew her eyes during training whenever they were doing observation drills. His shoulders were always well built to handle the force of his explosions but over the years they’d developed even more.

She knew for a fact he could lift her with one arm. He did it once in a rescue exercise and she secretly never wanted him to let go.

Her new found distraction must have been because it was something new to focus on.

Ochako slapped two palms to her cheeks.

Get it together!

“Trying to give yourself more bruises, Cheeks?”

Ochako yelped, jumping a foot in the air as she whirled around to find Katsuki standing behind her with his hands shoved deep in his baggy uniform slacks. “Huh?” she gaped intelligently.

“Forehead and noise. Now your cheeks.”

He pointed to each feature and suddenly the dull ache from this morning was back, as if to agree with him.

“Of course not!” she huffed. “I’m just getting some ha-air!” Ochako cleared her throat.

Katsuki arched a brow.

“What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be at lunch?”

Katsuki grunted, setting his gaze into a sharp glare toward the cafeteria windows. “Not really in the mood.”

Of course.

Ochako nodded, understanding. She cleared her throat and rocked back on her heels, hands tucked behind her back. “It looks like things worked out...”

His lip curled. “I had to call in for my shift Sunday afternoon.”

Ochako winced. While Katsuki could be a bit of a rebel, he never messed around with his hero career. Bad attendance? Never.

“Oh.” Her eyes drifted to his hair as a breeze tousled the shorter strands.

“It looks really nice, though. Your hair.” She could feel her cheeks getting warmer and hoped he didn’t notice. “It looks cool.” His eyes flashed toward her. “Like more mature a-and stylish.” She should shut up now. “I think it really suits you.”

She might as well sign her will.

There was a moment of tense silence in which she half expected Katsuki to explode her while yelling about how this was all Mina and Denki’s fault...

“Thanks.”

“Huh?”

“I guess...”

He wasn’t looking at her, or anything in particular.

We’re his ears red?

“You’re welcome.”

Another beat of silence.

Ochako decided she wasn’t dead yet, so she might as well push her luck. “Want to walk with me?” she asked.

Katuski took a step toward her, coming up beside her. Was he standing a little straighter?

“Sure.”

Her heart was going to burst.

“So,” Katsuki’s voice rumbled in her ears as they walked. She hummed to let him know she was listening. “What had you so distracted in Cementoss’ class this morning?”

There was a fat smirk on his lips.

“Nothing!” Ochako wished she sounded less flustered, but they both knew.

It was his hair.

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GUYS ITS SHORT!! Holy fuck.

I hope this was cute and fun to read. A side note: Katsuki had to cancel his internship shift to call his mom and have her stylist schedule him as soon as possible.

Y’all can imagine Mitsuki’s reaction to seeing his bad buzz 🤣

{ugh— I can’t edit so that last line should actually read:

At least, she expected his hair to be in disheavled and badly shaven ruins, but it wasn’t.}