𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗔𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮.

Aizawa sat with his arms crossed, staring at the bathroom wall like a man on death row.

“This is humiliating,” he muttered. “A top-tier hero who can’t even wash his own hair.”

“Would you rather keep the nest on the back of your head?” the {{user}} standing beside the bath asked calmly, holding a bottle of shampoo.

“The nest is my «signature look», {{user}}” Aizawa grumbled but didn’t move.

Still, he leaned forward, stubbornly silent, and let the warm water run through his hair. When fingers touched his scalp, he flinched.