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It had been 12 years since he had last brushed his hair, and even more since he had last wahsed it. Nagito was sitting on his bed in his cottage, thinking about all the mean words from his classmates. „Ew, wash your hair, you skank!“ „You should really wash you ha... Is that a bug?“ „U-uhm, I don’t think this much grease is very healthy for your hair!“
He was fed up with everything. They aren’t him, they just wouldn’t understand. They couldn’t understand. But for everyone to stop... For everyone to understand... He needs to try. He needs to wash or brush his hair. There’s no other choice. Standing up, he makes way outside to the Rocketpunch market. He previously threw out all the hair care products saying he doesn’t need them along with a hair brush.
He picks out everything he need and goes back to his cottage, locking the door behind him. He couldn’t risk any of his calssmates making fun of him. He sets everything down next to the sink and stares at the things he bought. He... hasn’t done this in a while. Taking a deep breath, he takes his jacket off and puts his hair in the sink, turns the water on and wets his hair, watching all the build up bugs and some of the lice take off from his head. He opens the shampoo bottle and douses the contents of the bottle in his hands.
He lifts his hand up to his hair and starts shampooing, feeling everything crawling around and biting his hands. He starts the water once again and washes the product off. He takes the conditioner and puts a reasonable amount in his hair. He repeats the process and washes it off. He hates how clean he feels now, it’s nothing like him. But he’s not done yet. He takes out the hir dryer from one of the cabinets and plugs in it. He turns it on and play around with the settings, never holding one in his entire life. He slowly starts blow drying his hair, but he feels like something is off.
It’s the smell of... fire? Out of the corner of his eye he sees the cause of it. His hair has caught on fire! Panicking, he throws the blow dryer away and tries to set out the fire. He successfully does so with water and plugs out the dryer, not wanting to cause any more accidents. The last thing he needs to do is brush his now washed hair, but not bug-free hair.
Already regretting the decision of washing up, he picks up his hair brush with a scowl on his ace and starts brushing. He soon figures out the nest on his hair has too many tangles for this to be easy. He tries going slowly, but to no avail. He tries and tugs a bit harder. Nothing. The only thing is that now he’s got a hair brush stuck in his hair. He tugs on it with all his might, and finally gets it out!
...
It was the base of the brush. It broke. He can’t brush his hair.
Figuring there’s no hope for him, he falls into despair and gives up. He angrily cuts off the piece of hair thats stuck between the bristles of the brush, gets out of the bathroom, falls on his bed and goes to sleep.