Izuku sighed as he looked at the black hair colorer on the sink and his forest colored hair in the mirror. He ran his hand through his locks furrowed his eyebrows. Stupid. He got out of his dorm and walked down the hallway towards y/n's dorm. 

Knock. Knock.

"Coming!" She called as she walked towards the door.

"Oh hey, Izuku!" She smiled and let him inside. He walked over to her bed and sat down, his head hurried in his hands. He sighed. Y/n came over and sat beside him, rubbing his back.

"Izuku?..What's wrong?"

"Y/n....do you think my hair looks...stupid?" Y/n furrowed your eyebrows.

"HELL NAW, IZUKU!" She stood up and lifted his chin up with her hand to face her. Izuku's eyes widened from her yelling.

"I LOVE YOUR HAIR! ITS FLUFFY, GREEN, MESSY, AND SOFT!" She crawled onto the bed behind Izuku and started running her hands through his hair.

"HECK, IT EVEN SMELLS GOOD!" She shouted, catching a whiff of his hair. Smells like freaking skittles!

She stopped and wrapped her hands around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"If you're thinking about changing your hair,...please, Izuku. Don't change your hair. Your hair is one of he most special things about you....besides your freckles." Izuku blushed.

"O-okay, y/n. I won't."