Curate, connect, and discover
Or: The Day Her Hair Committed a War Crime
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It started like any other peaceful morning in the UA dorms. Birds were chirping. Kaminari was already screaming because he shocked himself trying to toast bread. The usual.
Then came her.
The common room door swung open with the force of divine judgment, and in stumbled Y/N — half-asleep, wearing oversized socks, a hoodie that probably wasn’t hers (possibly Aizawa’s??), and…
Her. Hair.
Complete chaos.
Her bangs were standing completely straight up, like they’d seen something horrifying and never recovered. The rest of her long hair was sticking out in every direction, defying physics like it had just fought off a tornado and won.
It wasn’t just messy.
It was sentient.
Sero spat out his cereal. “WHAT IN THE—are you okay?!”
Y/N blinked, bleary-eyed, gripping a mug with nothing in it.
“…No.”
Bakugo actually paused mid-toast-chewing. “The hell happened to you?”
“I slept wrong.”
“That’s not sleep. That’s a spiritual possession,” Jirou muttered, genuinely concerned.
Todoroki tilted his head. “Is it supposed to… be like that?”
Y/N scratched her head, making it worse. A piece of hair slapped her in the face. “I don’t know. It was normal last night. Then I woke up and looked in the mirror and it was like—”
She held up her mug like a Shakespearean actor.
“—I HAVE SEEN THINGS. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH BATTLES.”
Mina was wheezing. “Girl, your bangs are standing straighter than Iida’s moral compass.”
“I thought it was a bird nest at first,” Kaminari whispered to Kirishima. “I almost offered her sunflower seeds.”
Midoriya approached gently, like she might explode. “D-Do you want help detangling it?”
“I think it’s sentient now,” Y/N muttered. “If you touch it, it might bite.”
“I bet Present Mic’s hair bowed in respect when it saw yours,” Sero added.
Y/N slowly turned her head, her bangs refusing to move like a stiff wind couldn’t touch them. “They said if your hair touches the ceiling, it’s good luck.”
Momo was trying not to laugh but failed. “What ceiling? You’ve breached airspace. You’re legally an aircraft.”
Then—Midnight walked in.
She stopped in her tracks. Stared. Then, with the most serious voice she could manage:
“…You look like the final boss of a shampoo commercial gone wrong.”
Y/N raised one eyebrow. “Or the main character of an edgy anime where my quirk is just being really dramatic.”
“Name it,” Kaminari begged. “Name the anime.”
“‘Frizz: The Reckoning.’”
Bakugo started laughing so hard he had to turn around. “I take it back. You’re not a villain. You’re just unholy.”
“Should I put it in a bun?” Y/N asked, attempting to gather the chaos.
“No,” Todoroki said immediately. “You should document this. Scientists need to study it.”
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One Hour Later…
Her hair was finally tamed with the combined effort of Momo’s entire salon set, six clips, three bobby pins, and a prayer.
But the legend lived on.
A photo of “Morning Y/N” became the new meme in Class 1-A’s group chat, complete with captions like:
“Quirk: Bedhead Beast Mode”
“Power level: Over 9000 follicles of fury”
“Local teen scares away villains with sheer hair volume”
“Bakugo’s explosions fear HER now”
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The End…?
(Or is the hair still out there… waiting… rising again at the next 7AM wakeup call?)