The first few weeks go well; letting all of the kids get used to their classes. Their hero class, after lunch, was the basics and some simple hand to hand taught by Aizawa. Izuku was thankful he didn't have to face All Might just yet, he wasn't sure how he was going to handle having the man teach him after what happened. Thankfully the whole class had bonded very well, so he knew if anything went down he wouldn't be alone. Even the elusive Todoroki had seemed to brighten up towards the end of the week. Granted he didn't go out of his way to participate in the large study groups, but if he was asked a question he would answer instead of staring at the person till they walked away. Baby steps are always good.
Izuku was curled up on the couch with hero news playing in the background, a notebook resting on the armrest. He ignores the sound of some of the kids coming in from their workout as he continues to write, Katsuki's heavy footsteps passing by. A body falls onto the couch next to him, the person's head shoving against his leg. Without looking Izuku lets his left hand fall into the hair, scratching at the scalp and running through the long locks.
"Took a shower at the gym?" Izuku asks, finally putting down his pen to look down. Red eyes stare up at him with a small smile.
"Yeah, didn't want to smell like a walking locker room."
"I thank you for that." Izuku laughs, his eyes catch black strands at the back of Kirishima's head. "You know, instead of dying your hair I could change your hair color to this permanently."
"What?" Kirishima jerks his head to look up at Izuku, his neck actually making a cracking sound.
"My quirk Hair Manipulation, the one I use to change my hair to a different color every week. Also how I punish Kacchan."
"Are you sure?" Kirishima's voice comes out soft, an out of character shyness taking over him.
"I wouldn't offer it at all. Honestly, I don't know why you decided to do this, but, whatever it was will only hold you back if you have to be reminded of it every time you touch up your hair." Izuku smiles gently down at the other boy, letting the quirk take hold. The black roots change to the same bright red starting at his scalp and traveling up to the tips, even taking over the dye making it more vibrant. "There, all done."
Kirishima bolts up grabbing his phone from where he dropped it on the table. Opening the camera to face him. His eyes widen as he takes in the changes. Izuku smiles softly, watching the emotions fly across his friend's face. Gently Izuku wraps his arms around Kirishima's shoulders, pulling the other boy against him letting him hide his face. Going back to brushing the back of Kirishima's head as the boy whispers thanks. Izuku turns up the volume on the tv, hoping to give Kirishima some privacy. After a while longer he begins humming a soft lullaby, letting the calm settle into the boy in his arms.
Katsuki comes back down an hour later to find the two curled up on the couch together. Shaking his head he simply drops a blanket over the two. Letting them sleep on the couch tonight wont hurt them. Katsuki falls into one of the chairs with the remote, turning the volume slightly down and changing the channel. Anytime someone comes in he makes sure to glare at them if they make too much noise.
This story was edited by my mother, Lisa.
I'm sorry for the long time between uploads, life has been kicking my butt. Take care y'all!