AAAAAAAAAA—

What the hell was that?!

skids to a halt in the doorway, chest heaving What the FUCK is everyone screaming about—

blinks, jaw slack Dude. Dude. Your—your hair—

touches her own head slowly, eyes going wide Wait. No. No no no—

staring at himself in the glass of a framed photo Am I... am I pink?! Like, pink-pink?! Like Ashido-pink?!

descending the stairs mid-shriek WHO TOUCHED MY SHAMPOO— she stops, blinks Wait. Why is Kaminari my color?

standing by the fireplace, voice flat It's not just you.

from the corner, voice barely a whisper Oh no.

from the shadows near the bookshelf, voice low This is... decidedly ominous. Dark Shadow peeks out, then immediately retreats

already at the kitchen table, creating a small mirror from her palm Everyone, stay calm. Let's assess the situation before we—

from the back, multiple eyes blinking ...That's my color.

her invisible form now topped with a floating head of bright, fiery red hair I can't see it but I can feel it! Why is it so fuzzy?!

touching his own head, now sporting lavender locks ...Is this—is this Koda's color?

huddled near the window, his usual dark hair now a pale, dusty blonde ...I don't understand.

ribbit Mine's black.

scrambling to check his reflection I'm... I'm gray?! Who the hell has gray hair?!

dramatically draped over the arm of the sofa, his blonde locks now a deep crimson Mon ami... I do not think this is a fashion statement.

touches his own bright blonde spikes ...Bakugo.

staring at his own reflection in the window, hair now a soft, familiar green ...Don't. Say. A. Word.