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Touya ran his fingers through Keigo’s hair. The texture was familiar to him by now but still hard to describe. The first time he had felt the chunky locks he had expected it to be stiff. Damaged with too much hairspray or some other expensive product. It wasn’t like that at all though. It was strangely warm and unbelievably soft, and he found out that Keigo’s hair was like this naturally. That hadn’t stopped him from harshly yanking on the fistful he had managed to grab in their first real scuffle.
The interaction seemed insignificant, they fought often. But this time it opened the door to something new- During his time at the PLF Keigo’s hair had grown ratted and long. Touya had brushed it off thinking the shitty spy was trying to drop his celebrity perfectionism in an attempt to fit in better. -a couple of days after the fight Touya opened the door to the hero holding a pair of scissors, and something of a pout on his face.
It turned out Keigo was particular about his hair. Apparently, he was fine with everyone assuming it was poorly styled with too much product, it was preferable that no one knew the truth that his hair had traits that were more feather-like than human.
“It’s weird, you know? Quirks shouldn’t be weird.”
Dabi didn’t comment on that particular remark.
Now that the cat was out of the bag Keigo thought it wouldn’t do any harm to have Touya help cut the overgrown mess. He had explained that he couldn’t go to his stylist anymore now that he was being held hostage at the base, which Touya figured kinda made sense.
Touya almost feel bad about how he had indiscriminately shredded the pretty hair in a petty bit of stupidity when Keigo had grinned up at him and offered genuine thanks now that he could see properly. It had taken many bribes and outright threats of homicide to keep mirrors away from the stupid bird for the following month. He took more care the next time he was asked. Mostly because it had been a pain in the ass, not because he cared.
He’d learned during one of those appointments that it was the Hero Public Safety Commission that had given Keigo his strange hangups over his “weird” hair. Which Touya found after giving it some genuine thought to not be very surprising. The HPSC was particularly invested in making sure their Heroes' appearance fit into their ideals. Both physically and personally. While them covering up Touya’s questionable accident had made sense, Touya couldn’t really agree about Keigo’s hair.
Soft and pretty with the texture that really sold his charming mischievous persona. It seemed like the HPSC would approve of his hair, but after a few more appointments Touya realized that the commission seemed unable to approve of anything. He had given Keigo quite a bit of good information to give to his superiors, and yet the hero spy still came back hiding a limp and laughing away some concerning bruising peeking out at his collar bone.
Touya hadn’t pried, he was just there to help out because he was the only one who knew the truth, all of the truth.
“Are you going to do this or just sit there staring into space?”
Unfazed by Keigo’s fidgeting and impatience Touya began pulling the comb through the strands of hair, making sure there weren’t any knots. He pushed it up from the nape and tried to not focus in on the faded scarring that was still there. It was old, really old. The skin was now soft again. Only the slightly darker discoloration gave away that Keigo had been badly burned there. Burned by Touya’s own hands, the same ones carefully keeping the sharp points of his tool away from Keigo’s slightly flushed ears.
“Sit still if you don’t want it to be crooked,” Touya mumbled around the hairclip he would later use on Keigo’s bangs.