summary: black!reader is feeling insecure about her natural, curly hair. kirishima is here to cheer you up.
word count: 811!
requested: yes
warnings: one shot, fluff fluff fluff 🥺 sweet kiri, and the normal struggle all black ppl go through with the phase of hating our hair </3
a/n: my first fic! hope y’all enjoy it
Is this even worth it?
You find yourself asking this as the time on your phones nears eight o’clock. It’s almost time for home room in UA High—classes start at eight twenty five and you still, still haven’t finished your fucking hair.
You think it looks too rough. The gel isn’t making your hair lay down flat and look soft like it should. Pieces keep popping out here and there and your ponytails looks too small. You tried your best not to get frustrated but when another fucking rubber band breaks in your hair, you can’t help but grip onto the counter and start to sob in irritation.
You love your hair. You love how versatile it is—you love how you can straighten it, how you can keep it curly, how you can braid it down or poof it up to the max. But these days… these days is when you contemplate just cutting it all off.
Why can’t your hair be like Momo’s? Or Urakaka’s? Easier to maintain, easier to handle. Softer looking, smoother looking, and cute too. Sometimes you get so tired of having to do your natural hair, especially when it doesn’t cooperate with you.
Kirishima sits in the kitchen of the common room, looking confused. You usually meet him down here around seven forty five so the two of you can have coffee and talk amongst the Bakusquad. His friends seemed confused to at your missing appearance.
“Hey. Where’s Y/N?” Bakugo asks him in his rough morning voice as he approaches the table. “You two fuckers are always down here before I am.”
“No idea… I tried texting her earlier but she didn’t answer,” Kirishima tells him, his lips pursed.
“Shouldn’t you go, I don’t know—check on her!?” Bakugo scoffs as he plops down in his chair, taking the coffee cup that’s supposed to be for you for himself. “Go see if she didn’t die in her sleep or something.”
Kirishima would scold Bakugo for his harsh language but his words only worry him more. The red haired rock boy huffs as he stands and makes his way to the girl’s dorms, ignoring the sleepy confusing looks of Urakaka and Tsu as he makes his way down the hall to your dorm. He knocks pretty hard on the door, wanting to wake you up if you had overslept.
“Y/N! Open the door babe!” he shouts, knocking over and over and over again until the door flies open to reveal you, teary eyed and still in your pajamas. Kirishima’s face drops as he immediately pushes his way into the dorm and scoops you up into his arms, kicking the door shut behind him.
“Woah woah woah! Why are ya cryinggg?” he pouts at you, pressing your face to his hard chest and that makes you sob even more. “Aww cmon sweetie, stop that. Tell me what’s wrong!”
“My—my hair,” you hiccuped, pointing to the mess on your head. “I wanted to do—this style but it won’t—it just won’t fucking do it!” you shout, and he’s slightly taken aback by the anger in your voice. “I did everything right—but it won’t lay down and it looks too rough and-“
“Hey hey, slow down.” he chuckles, grabbing your hand to drag you into the bathroom, taking all the scrunches and bobby pins out of your hair. “Don’t cry okay? You can save that style for another day. Let me help you.”
You don’t even know what he’s doing as he fluffs your hair out, too busy wiping tears from your eyes, but you’re comforted by the warmth of his body behind you and his gentle hands. He was always so soft with your hair even though he doesn’t have to be and it makes your heart thump. He’s humming while doing your hair too, grabbing butterfly clips from an organizer on your counter and that’s when you finally look up.
Your hair is in a beautiful afro, spreading across your head, and he put multicolored butterfly hair clips and clipped them all along the front of your head. It was so simple but so, so cute, and you find yourself tearing up again as just how perfect your boyfriend was.
“Hey, hey! What’d I say about your crying?!” Kirishima laughs, hugging you close to him again and pressing a big kiss to your cheek. “You can always call me if you need help with your hair, muffin.” he tells you, pushing you back so he could wipe the tears from your cheeks. He grabs your face after that, just smiling down at you, admiring his artwork. “You look so so cute. No need to cry anymore.”
“Thank you.” you tell him, your thanks genuine.
“No need to thank me!” he grins, pushing you out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom. “Now get dressed! I want my damn coffee!”
This is not a natural disaster. This was not inevitable. They didn't grow up like this. It was inflicted on them by the vilest sadists on earth.
warnings: mentions of racism.
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i just KNOW yuji would be the best boyfriend ever. he’s literally boyfriend material.
he’d love to play in your hair, trying to do various hairstyles that he found on pinterest. he’d fail miserably but A for effort amirite.
you don’t go to jujustu tech so yuji tries to spend as much time as possible with you on his off days.
you often go with him to visit his grandpa’s grave. there are times where he gets emotional and so you go to console him. he really appreciates you coming even though you could be doing literally anything else.
his female celeb crush was jennifer lawrence but you got him into nicki minaj and he’s now a barb and has a new female crush.
racism in japan is very much prominent. there are black people in japan but they are still treated differently. yuji knows this and if he caught anyone looking at you the wrong way he’d switch to sukuna real quick.
he attends blm protests with you and fully supports the movement.
he would literally KILL for you.
on your one year anniversary he took you on a picnic date and gave you a promise ring, one that sukuna picked out.
he’s a cheeky little bastard okay? he’ll touch your ass any chance he gets.
your contact picture of him is him in your bonnet.
“i don’t remember chris brown sounding like this”
“babe this is bryson tiller”
you invited him to the family cookout and everyone absolutely loved him.
gojou thinks you guys are so cute and swoons over your guys’ relationship.
“you two are so adorable. it’s nice to finally meet you y/n chan”
you giggled softly “nice to meet you too gojou senpai”
yuji crossed his arms looking away from the both of you with his cheeks tinted pink “gojou spenai stop.. you’re embarassing me”
𝙈𝙃𝘼 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎 𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙁𝙐𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙆𝙄𝘿𝙎
ᴾᴿᴱᵛᴵᴱᵂ: 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼 𝙆𝙄𝘿 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙒𝙃𝙊?
chαrαctєrѕ íncludєd: вαkugσu, ѕєrσ, ᴀɴᴅ ízuku,
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞)
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curly hair mc would be saur cute
gojo satoru
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various attack on titan characters
an // here’s to my fellow black girls!! <3 p.s, can you tell who i’m simping for at the moment?
when eren first sees you, his jaw almost hits the floor
i mean...you’re...brown?
eren’s never seen a brown person before
he’s so curious bless his heart
you’ll probably catch him staring at you more than once
don’t hate him though, he’s literally just in awe of you
when armin first sees you, he freezes up
i mean, seeing you is like seeing the sea for the first time
you’re supposed to be myth, only exsisting in a book
but no
armin will probably study you and most definitely try to become your friend
he’s so sweet but you know he’s curious, always catching him smiling as you tell him something new about yourself and your culture
mikasa wouldn’t exactly fawn over you, but she would gravitate towards you
after all, you’re different — like her
you’d probably bond if you had some similar experience with racism/trafficking
mikasa would probably be protective over you and would only ask you questions if you were comfortable
she’d give people the stink eye if they stared too long or ask too many questions
levi tries not to stare, he really does
he tells himself that you’re no different from anyone else, that only your skin is
but...every now and then he’ll catch himself glancing over at you just cause he’s curious
he thought your people were just a myth, like armin
is slightly amazed, but keeps it to hismelf
you better thank him cause he desperately tries to keep hanji away from you
good lord
this woman SCREECHES when she sees you
she actually scares you from how fascinated and obsessed she is with you
“can i touch it? please, PLEASE?” — hanji every time you change your hair
quite honestly, no ones more accepting than her
she’d take you under her wing and learn all about you
“WHAT’S THIS? YOU BURN IN THE SUN LESS THAN YOUR COMRADES Y/N, IF AT ALL!”
“erm, yeah...?”
hide. hanji is coming for you
what’s this?
a goddess among men?
safe to say, reiner will think you’re some type of angel
he will immediately jump in and try to talk to you, probably even try to win you over
he just thinks you’re so damn beautiful and unique
stutters every time he tries to play cool and ends up looking anything but
other people tease him cause they know he has a crush on
“h-hey y/n?”
“yeah reiner?”
“i just think...i just think we’d look good together, don’t you think?”
reiner wants to train with you all the time
he wants to see your ass he loves helping you sm
mans practically worships the ground you walk on
it’s a little creepy at first it’s sweet 💞
jean is a simple man
he sees exotic woman, he likes exotic woman
he’d probably admire you from afar cause he’s too shy to talk to you
probably bullies connie into talking to you so he can know everything about you
“huh? why do i have to do everything? just go talk to her!”
nervously approaches you with his hand on his neck and a blush on his cheeks
“h-hey y/n...”
“huh? oh, hi jean!”
“you know my name?”
is shook, but pleasantly surprised
the more he talks with you the more he likes you and the better he is at not stuttering
really likes your hair and compliments you ALL the time
he’s just so fascinated and ugh, it’s so cute
so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
I know the truth hurts
you decide to do a vlog with the dekusquad and bakusquad. here’s how it went
black!fem reader
warnings: none but cursing
this was pretty fun to write lol
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