prompt 14: “what’s with the pigtails?”
It’s a Friday evening when Eijirou makes his way downstairs to the common rooms, his pillow and blanket tucked under his arms. He clumsily pushes his bandana farther up his head as he adjusts his grip on the items, before continuing down.
When he arrives, the common room is already filled with his classmates, milling around the kitchen and conversing. Well, his female classmates anyways. Plus Aoyama.
“Kirishima!” Ashido is the first to notice him, and her golden eyes sparkle with delight as she springs forward to wrap her arms around him. “What took so long? We were waiting on you!”
“Ahh sorry!” he apologizes. “Studying with Bakugou ran overtime!”
The pink haired girl grins at him and pops a gum bubble. “Study date, you mean?”
“It’s not a date! We’re just friends!” Eijirou protests, but Ashido slings an arm around him, a playful smirk dancing across her lips.
“Uh huh. Tell us more during girl time. For now, we watch movies!”
Eijirou dumps his belongings onto the floor next to a couch, where Aoyama is lounging.
“Bonjour, Kirishima-san. Don’t you think we should watch The Princess Bride?”
“No, for the billionth time, Aoyama!” Jirou groans, coming out of the kitchen with a juice box in hand. “We’ve seen it like, a bazillion times!”
“It’s a good movie, oui?”
“No,” Jirou grumbles. “I vote we watch Pitch Perfect.”
“What about Cinderella?” Yaoyorozu daintily places herself onto the couch.
“Guys!” Hagakure squeals, bounding out of the elevator. “I think Ojirou likes me back!”
“Or we could start with gossip first,” Ashido comments offhandedly.
She pulls away from Eijirou and whisks off elsewhere while he takes a seat in between Uraraka and Tsuyu.
Yaoyorozu leans forward curiously. “So? What’s going on?”
Hagakure explodes into her story, telling it with such passion and possibly vigorous hand movements, as Eijirou watches her sleeves move rapidly.
Meanwhile, Ashido returns with a bag of full of hair products and skin care. She sits behind Eijirou, only leaning forward to mouth, can I play with your hair?
He nods and the feel of Ashido’s slender fingers thread through his red strands, pulling them loose of the regular stiff style, and combing out the gel. As Hagakure tells her story, Ashido begins to comb and brush his hair, letting it fall to his shoulders in soft, crimson waves.
When she finishes, she begins to work her fingers into the roots of Eijirou’s hair, knotting them tightly into thick braids By the time Hagakure is finished telling her story, Eijirou’s hair is tucked into two, neat Dutch braids.
He runs a finger down the short plaits, and swivels around to grin at his best friend.
She beams in response. “Anytime Kiri!”
“Ooh, those are cute, Kirishima!” Uraraka leans over to touch his braids. “Mina, you did such a good job!”
“Kero~You look good with braids, Kirishima-kun,” Asui pokes a braid.
“Thanks guys!” Eijirou beams. Behind him, Ashido is glowing with praise.
“I did do a good job, didn’t I?” she says happily.
As everyone coos over the braids, it’s only Eijirou who catches sight of a familiar blonde, tromping down the stairs. There’s an abnormally placid expression on his face as he reaches the bottom, but once he catches sight of the group of girls, plus Eijirou and Aoyama, his lips curl into his trademark scowl.
“Oi, what the fuck is going on?” Bakugou growls. Eijirou feels a shiver go down his spine as his burgundy eyes take in Eijirou’s braids, and how the girls surround him.
“Baku-bro! Just in time!” Ashido bounds over to the blonde, and grabs him by the wrist, leading him over to the group.
“Let go of me, Raccoon Eyes,” he snarls, and Ashido merely rolls her eyes.
“Oh shut up and look at Kirishima! Isn’t he cute with braids?”
Bakugou rips his arm away from the pink haired girl and squats down in front of Eijirou to look him in the eyes. Eijirou resists the urge to swallow and he feels the hairs stand up on his arms and on the back of his neck. Bakugou’s crimson eyes are mesmerizing, yet critical at the same time, and as much as Eijirou wants to look away, he can’t. He feels naked under Bakugou’s gaze.
Finally, Bakugou leans closer and tugs at a braid.
“What’s with the pigtails?” he demands, but his voice is gruffer than usual and fuck, if Eijirou wasn’t self-conscious then, he is now.
“I did them! Aren’t they cute?” Ashido smirks at Bakugou, her eyes glittering. “Don’t you think he looks cute Baku-bro?”
“Shut up,” he grounds out, and without warning, he seizes Eijirou’s arm.
“B-Bakugou?!” he yelps, as the other drags him off. “Where are we going?!”
“Bye Kiri~!” Ashido sings, waving him off, and the group follows her lead, waving their goodbyes. “Have fun!”
