Something new. Iida x Long haired reader.
Iida loved playing with your hair, twirling the locks in between his fingers. Smiling as he felt the strands slide through the creavices.
He could play with them for hours.
He was a simple man, he liked simple things.
So letting him play with your hair was such a blessing.
He would always ask to style it. To comb, and brush.
He adored the way it fell across your features. How amazing you looked with it in your face. It was incredable how you looked like a deity among humans. He always tried to find time within his day to mess around with it.
He actually found fiddiling around with it a coping mechanism if he got anxious. And trust me.
He can get very anxious.
As a hero your job was stressful. So you could appreciate the smaller things in life. You loved it when Iida played with your hair, and you found it soothing.
But when villans consistantly grabbed your hair to harm you it was a nucciance.
It never hurt much until today.
When the guy straight up pulled an entire 3 inches off.
You made up your mind, short hair it was.
Iida also had a pretty stressful day today.
It seemed as if everything that could go wrong, went wrong. He just couldnt wait to get home. He had even been fidgeting with his own hair. Braiding it several times.
His coworkers thought it was funny.
It wasnt.
(It was.)
IT WAS NOT.
He didnt even take the train back to your house. The man ran all the way home.
Walking through the door he felt something was... off. It was cold, dark. He smelt shampoo.
'Lovely they're showering.' Iida thought sarcastically.
"My Star im home!"
He wasnt excpecting a response.
"IIDA, BABY COME LOOK!"
He ran upstairs two at a time.
"My star whats wr-" He choked back his words at the sight of you.
The bathroom was foggy, ans smelt like the fresh ocean shampoo you had. His heart stopped at the sight of you, leaned over the sink. Your hair was in the basin, except.... it wasnt attatched to your head.
"Now look, I know you loved playing with my hair, but it was becoming a hassle so-" He walked forward, reaching out to grab your hair gently. His fingers barely had time to revel in the length. He felt the soft buzz at the back of your head. His eyes widened at the softness.
He grinned happily as he messed at the soft tresses at the top of your head, bouncing them slightly.
"My star, you look as glorious as ever."
"You like it?"
"My star, I adore it."
