Since I am a nice person, have an early chapter.
Summary: Ezra's clothes are too tight. Hera has a solution. Ezra gives himself a haircut. Hera's not impressed.
Two weeks after the incident with the pilot, Hera walked into the kitchen to find Ezra looking rather uncomfortable.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Y-yeah," Ezra muttered, tugging at his collar, his face still slightly. Hera heard the seams pop and the problem became apparent.
"Ezra, you've gotten taller."
"And?"
"And you've had those clothes for a while."
"Well..." Ezra admitted. "They have been feeling really tight. I noticed I lost some weight, but they still feel tight."
"Next time we go on a supply run, we'll get you some new clothes, okay?"
Ezra nodded. "Sounds good."
As promised, Hera took Ezra with her on a supply run. When they landed at the trade station, they picked up the necessary supplies and headed to a clothing and armor store. There were so many clothes in so many styles.
Hera watched in amusement as Ezra's face morphed into a mix of bewilderment, confusion, and indecisiveness.
"Ezra?"
"I think my brain just melted..." Ezra breathed. "How do I choose?"
Hera chuckled. At least there was a little sense of humor left in him. "Let's look. I'm sure you'll find something."
Ezra nodded as his face went back to it's (unfortunately) normal, emotionless, expression.
After a bunch of trial and error, Ezra finally found a suitable outfit. He kept his old holster (all it needed was adjusting) and his gloves. However, he found a mustard yellow shirt with an orange jacket made specifically for his line of work. He also found a pair of brown pants and a new pair of boots And some armor. When Hera saw Ezra after he tried it on, she smiled. "You look very different."
Ezra shrugged. "I feel different. I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner."
When Sabine saw Ezra when they returned, her jaw dropped. "You got new clothes!"
"I did," Ezra replied. Sabine's eyes fell on his wrist, where something very familiar was on his wrist.
"Is that your old slingshot?"
"It is." Ezra explained. "When I first got my lightsaber. Hera told me to hold onto it for old times sake. Unfortunately, until General Vartoc clears me for blasters or I get a new loghtsaber, I don't have much of a choice since Kanan left the quarterstaff on Choku Base."
Sabine shook her head. "I can never understand Vartoc. He thinks I have better things to do than paint. Painting is how I deal with everything! I mean, what do you do when everything is getting to you?"
Ezra paused. "I...guess I...I honestly never thought about it. I mediate sometimes, but that's about it."
Sabine smiled. "Maybe tomorrow I can give you a painting lesson?"
Ezra nodded. "I'd like that. Thanks Sabine."
Sabine nodded. "Anytime ki..." her voice trailed off upon see where she was in comparison to Ezra. Ezra...was as tall as her? Sabine quickly shook it off. Teenage boys tend to have growth spurts and as far as she could tell, Ezra, being almost sixteen, was long overdue for one. As Ezra left, she smiled. Her surrogate little brother had come a long way from the trembling mess that walked out of the Phantom that terrible day.
Ezra frowned as he flicked at his long, dark, locks. He seriously needed a haircut. It was starting to get in his way and it was starting to annoy him. Ezra tried to remember where Kanan kept his scissors. After a bit of searching, he found them in the fresher. Ezra then sat down, contemplating the look he wanted. He was nearly sixteen and he wanted a completely new hairstyle. He quickly took Kanan's now useless razor out as well and smiled.
Sabine was growing out her hair and was getting ready to update her look as well, so why couldn't he?
Ezra turned on the razor and got to work.
"What...how...huh?" Hera started sputtering the second she laid eyes on Ezra's...interesting...new hairdo.
"Is it really that bad?" Ezra mumbled.
Ezra's hair was shorter now, much short per than it was originally before he let it grow out. However, the hair was super uneven, choppy, and looked outright awful. Heck, Hera could even pick out a bald spot.
"The razor wasn't doing what I told it too and..."
Hera cut Ezra off by raising her hand and got up from her seat in the cockpit. She then dragged Ezra to the common room and motioned for him to stay. She left the room, got the razor and scissors, and sat down.
"What are you doing?" Ezra asked.
"Fixing this mess."
"You know how to do hair?" Ezra asked, puzzled.
"Kanan is the same way. Even before Malachor, he couldn't give himself a haircut to save his life." Hera felt a pang at the fact that Kanan could no longer give himself a haircut. To lighten the mood quickly added, "I am also doing Sabine's later."
Ezra chuckled. "I guess you had to learn quickly."
Hera smiled. "I did."
An hour later, Ezra's hair looked decent. For good measure, Hera applied some hair gel to keep it in place.
"There. All better. Now, please refrain from giving yourself a haircut in the future."
Ezra laughed. "You got it. Thanks!"
Hera smiled. It wasn't everyday Ezra laughed anymore, and hearing him laugh filled her with a warm, motherly feeling.
"You're welcome."
From this point forward, everyone will have their season 3 designs. As for this chapter, I have this headcanon that Kanan is bad with scissors, and I had the feeling Ezra would be the same way. Like father like son I suppose.