#BKDK Pink-Haired Deku

"You've got to be kidding me..." Here was Izuku standing in front of his mirror to stare at his hair. The boys in his class thought it was a wonderful idea to have a small bet. Whoever could withstand the heat of the hot springs

the longest was the winner and first loser who taps out has to dye his hair pink...guess who was the first loser to tap out?

"I look like an idiot." He whined, it wasn't even a GOOD pink. No it was cotton candy bubblegum. The same color as Mina's hair, but he clearly

couldn't pull this look off. "I have to keep this in for a month too...ugh.."

He didn't want to leave his room. He knew the moment he left everyone would start laughing. After all, that was whole point of the bet! To be humiliated in a "fun way" as Monoma put it.

"It's fine! Everything will be fine! They'll only laugh for a little a-and...then that'll be it probably." He made sure everyone was out of the dorms first before walking to school with his bookbag and one of his hoodies. Sadly as soon as he walked in the classroom, Aizawa

stopped him. "Problem child, you're out of dress code. Lose the hood."

"Aaah...u-uh..well..Mr. Aizawa. I can't really do that..."

"Then I can't really let into my classroom." Aizawa deadpanned, making the students snicker. "Lose the hood or go back into the dorms."

"But I-"

"Don't make me repeat myself, problem child."

"Yes sir..." With a heavy sigh, Izuku took off his bookbag to slip off his hoodie. His wild pink hair on full display and as if on cue...

"OH MY GOD! LOOK AT HIS HAIR!"

...the entire classs erupted in laughter.

Even Aizawa was giving him a confused stare, "Um...do I even want to know?"

"I lost a bet."

"I can see.." He glanced away as he took a sip from his mug. "Go sit down, Midoriya. Everyone else, quiet down! We have to finish up this chapter."

The rest of class was filled with

quiet snorts that Izuku tried his best to ignore. He knew they were only joking around, they didn't mean anything by it, but the teasing was getting a bit...much.

Katsuki, surprisingly, wasn't laughing. He simply glared at him with his usual scowl, then rolled his eyes,

as he turned away to work on his notes.

"Even Kacchan thinks it's dumb..." Izuku thought to himself with a quiet sigh. Lunch wasn't any better. The cafeteria was louder than ever and too many students were pointing in his general direction at his hair.

"Do I really look that bad?" Izuku tried to cover his hair with his hands. "I mean...I know I look stupid but..."

"You don't look stupid, Deku! Just a little silly!" Ochako giggled. "Pink just isn't your color."

"Don't worry, Midoriya. I look bad in pink too."

Todoroki added as he slurped his soba. "Which is why I'm glad I didn't take part of the bet."

"Yeah...thanks guys. I feel so much better now." Izuku snorted. "Can't believe I have to keep this for a month."

"Geez! A month?!" Ochako winced, "You boys are brutal."

"You should probably get a costume change so you don't look like a watermelon." Todoroki said. "A color change shouldn't take long."

"That's not a bad idea, Todoroki. I already look like an idiot. Might as well dig myself deeper in this mess." Izuku forced out a chuckle.

The teasing continued for the rest of the day and honestly Izuku was at his limit. The constant jokes and laughter were only giving him bad memories from middle school. By the time class had ended, Kirishima nudged Izuku in his shoulder.

"How're you holding up, bro?

"Ah...f-fine." He lied, "Glad everyone is having fun...at my expense."

"Aw don't take it personally bro. We're all just playing." He ruffled his pink curls. "Pink is a manly color."

"Just not my color." He deadpanned.

"Not alot of people can pull it off. I know I can't!"

He laughed. "Think of it this way. It's only for a month."

"Yeah..."

"Welp I'll see you later then, Bubblegum."

"Bye bye..." Izuku grabbed all of his things, put his hoodie back on and decided to head out to the corner store to grab some snacks.

This whole pink-haired bet wouldn't be so bad if he had the confidence to just own it. But he knows he looks bad and everyone else thought so too.

"Hey, Deku. The hell you got that stupid hoodie on for?"

"Wha...Kacchan?" Izuku turned around and saw Katsuki walking up to him

with a handful of spicy chips in his hands. "You came to the corner store too?"

"I was here already, asshole." He rolled his eyes. "Then I saw your stupid ass walk in."

"Um..well yeah I was gonna get some tea or maybe a candy bar or something." He didn't made sure

to not make any eye contact. "Anyway, I'll leave you to your shopping. Bye Kacchan."

"Don't fucking 'Bye' me, stupid Deku." He huffed, "I asked you a question."

"I'm just hiding my hair, Kacchan. You know that." He stuffed his hands in his pocket. "I look like an idiot."

"Tch. You always look like an idiot."

"Well I look more like an idiot, Kacchan." Izuku hissed, but quickly composed himself. "S-Sorry..."

There was a bit of uncomfortable silence between them until Katsuki spoke up. "..This pink shit is bothering you that much?"

"It's..."

"Don't fucking lie."

"Maybe a little." He whispered. "It's not that I have pink hair, like specifically. I-I'd look weird with any color. It's just...I don't really like...being the butt of the joke...it's like.."

"Middle school?"

"Kinda.."

"Want me to say something?"

"What? No, Kacchan." He shook his head. "I'm just being oversensitive."

"Mmmm...." Katsuki hummed to himself, then grabbed a bottle of green tea from the shelf. "Follow me."

"I still haven't bought anything."

"I said follow me, Deku!" Katsuki growled. "Just fucking listen!"

"Okay, okay!"

Katsuki walked up to the counter to pay for his stuff then led Izuku to a small bench right outside the store. He rummaged thru the bag to pull out the bottle of tea and a bags of chips. "Here."

"These are for me?"

"Yes, you nimrod! Now take em

before I change my mind!"

"R-Right! Sorry, sorry!" Izuku opened his and popped one in his mouth. "Thanks Kacchan."

"Whatever..."

They sat together in silence as they enjoyed their snacks. Izuku finished off his bag alot quicker than Katsuki and crumbled it up in his pocket.

"You want another one?" Katsuki held up the bag. "Whenever you're pissed off you're like a bottomless pit."

"...Yeah. Thanks." Izuku couldn’t argue with that. As he opened the bag, he glanced over at him. "Um...Kacchan. Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"What do you think of my hair?" Izuku felt his face heat up a bit, but he'd rather blame it on the spiciness of the chips.

"Why does it matter?"

"I heard everyone's opinion today and the general consensus is I look god awful...so I'm just curious."

"If you want my honest opinion." Katsuki turned away as he munched on his chips. "You look...I don't know...nice I guess."

"N-Nice?"

"You're not as ugly as you think you are." He huffed. "The pink compliments your eyes..makes 'em stand out more."

"I see..." Izuku took a quick sip of his tea. "Never thought of that before."

"That's cuz you don't fucking think." He reached over to pull off his hood, revealing those bouncy pink curls.

"H-Hey!"

"So stop being all sad about it. It's pissing me off."

"Kacchan..."

"And stop worrying about your damn looks all the time. It's about personality and shit."

"Coming from someone who looks perfect." Izuku said without even thinking. He quickly covered his mouth his hand. "Pretend you didn't hear that!"

"Hear what?" Katsuki's face was

completely red. "I didn't hear shit."

"Good."

"Good."

More silence was shared between until they finished their chips. Katsuki gathered all of their trash and tossed it in the waste bin next to them.

"Thanks Kacchan." Izuku smiled, scratching his cheek. "For like..

talking to me and stuff."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Katsuki crossed his arms. "We're just even now."

"Even?"

"I won the stupid hot spring bet, so...yeah."

"Of course, Kacchan won. Kacchan's amazing."

"Stop talking like that. What are you, four?"

"Heheh, just a habit." Izuku leaned back against the bench with his hands in his pockets. "You wanna train tomorrow? Just me and you?"

"Like I'd ever say no." Katsuki smirked. "I'll buy you spicy chips after."

"I look forward to it."

Izuku and Katsuki continued to have a relatively normal conversation on the bench for the rest of the day until the sun began to set. They walked back to the dorms together when Katsuki suddenly stopped in front of the door.

"Kacchan?"

"What did you do with that dye? You still have some?"

"Uh, yeah. Monoma gave me alot..."

"Give some to me." Katsuki smirked. "I wanna see something."

The next day in class, Izuku ignored the giggles and snickers as he waited for Aizawa to finish roll call.

"Has anyone seen Bakugou?" He asked, tapping his pen against his clipboard. "He's usually the first one here."

"I'm right here, Teach. I was busy." Katsuki said as he walked in the classroom. Izuku's jaw dropped as soon as he laid his eyes on him.

"Kacchan...you-"

"HOLY SHIT! LOOK AT HIS HAIR!"

The class once again erupted into laughter. Katsuki had the same bubblegum pink hair and took it a step further by wearing magenta contacts.

"Did you lose a bet too, Bakugou?" Aizawa asked as he shook his head.

"Nope. I never fucking lose."

He said as he plopped down in his seat before turning to Izuku. "How do I look, nerd?"

"Why did you dye your hair?"

"Cuz I wanted to, idiot." He pouted. "You saying I don't look nice?"

"No! No! You look nice!" Izuku immediately waved his hands in a panicked frenzy.

"You look r-really nice...I-I like it. Pink looks really good on you, Kacchan."

Good." He flicked Izuku’s forehead with a shit-eating grin. "Pink looks good on you too."

"Ow. Kacchan..." Izuku giggled as he rubbed his head. "Thank you."

"Whatever, nerd."

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