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“Fucking do me” Bakugou said, and all of the girls went still.
They had been doing each others makeup, swapping gossip stories and experimenting on each others faces, when suddenly Bakugou had appeared in the doorway. Mina paused with a brush outstretched towards Tooru’s face, Jirou, who was painting her signature red triangles on Momo’s face, turned around at Momo’s shocked expression, and Uraraka and Tsuyu stopped giggling about a joke, Tsuyu accidentally blotting too much blush on Uraraka’s cheeks as she registered the voice at the door.
Bakugou growled as he pushed into the area, sitting down on the floor near where all of the different types of makeup were strewn around.
“I said fucking do me!” He said hotly. Bakugou would never admit to this out loud, but he had always wanted to try out a cool, definitely manly, makeup look. He used eyeliner to fill in the gaps between the mask of his hero costume, and he always looked and felt so badass when he took off the mask and saw the harsh black outline around his eyes. If the girls were going to do each others makeup, there was no big deal in him joining in.
Mina was the first to recover from the initial shock of Bakugou’s request. Her eyes lit up and she moved away from Tooru to scoot closer to him.
“You want us to do your makeup?” She said excitedly as the other girls began to register what was happening, and scooted forward expectantly as well.
“What do you fucking think?” He said back, baring his teeth at the girls who suddenly began to swarm around him.
“I want to do it!” Tooru said.
“Let me help!” Momo interjected.
“I call creative licensing” Said Jirou.
The girls crowded around him, picking up different makeup brushes and products. Bakugou bristled, maybe this was to much for him after all?
“Oi” He said. “It better look manly as hell.”
The girls thought for a bit, then Mina smiled.
“Oh, we can manage that.” She said.
Tooru began Bakugou’s makeup transformation with primer, foundation, and contouring. He tensed up when the brushes touched his face, unused to the feeling against his skin.
“Stop frowning so hard! You’ll have creases in your makeup!” Tooru said.
Bakugou scowled, but then closed his eyes and trained his face into a neutral expression. He got used to the sweeping sensation after a little while and stayed still while she painted his face.
The girls went back to gossiping as they did his makeup. Bakugou heard a line about what Aizawa and Present Mic’s love child would look like and decided to tune them out.
Once Tooru was done with his contour, making a remark about how his cheekbones looked “sharp enough to cut a rock” Momo and Jirou crowded over to work on his eye makeup.
“Red would look great with his eyes” Jirou said.
Momo nodded her head in agreement, picking up a colorful palate.
“Maybe we should go for a matte color?” She said. Jirou hummed in consent.
“Don’t flinch Bakugou” Jirou warned.
“I won’t fucking flinch just do it!” He said.
She sighed “At least relax first, your eyes are screwed shut the eyeliner is going to go on bad.”
Bakugou muttered a few curses as he relaxed his face, and the girls got to work. They applied a dark red to his eyelids, and then used a smokey black eyeliner to outline his eyes. Momo took a small brush and made sure to blend and buff out the colors so that they looked more on the smudged side. Momo lightly added more red near his inner corners and underneath his eyes to really bring out the vibrancy of his irises.
Tsuyu popped up behind Momo to see the progress.
“It looks good Momo” She croaked. “Maybe you could put a neutral tone on his waterline?”
Momo beamed at the praise “That’s a brilliant idea Tsuyu!” She said.
“What the fuck is a waterline?” Bakugou asked.
“Well…” Uraraka, who had leaned over behind Tsuyu began to explain. “Its the part here” she pulled at the underside of her eye and pointed carefully to her waterline.
“Oh that?” Bakugou said. “I do that all the damn time give me the fucking pencil.”
Surprised, Jirou handed him a nude pencil, while Momo held up a small mirror. Bakugou carefully filled in his waterline, just like he did before putting on his hero costume, while the girls held their breath. It was so odd to see Bakugou doing something so gently.
“Okay I’m done can you fucking wrap it up?” Bakugou said, impatiently.
The girls took a moment to look over his makeup. He looked stunning. The red complimented his eyes and the dark colors strongly contrasted his pale hair. The scowl that made it way back onto his face seemed even more intense than usual, and the girls froze in shock, amazed and awed at what they had created.
“Wait!” Uraraka said. “Let me take a picture!”
“Like hell I would let you take a picture!” Bakugou began.
“Come on Bakugouuu its only fair since we did the makeup for you!” Mina said.
Bakugou glowered at her “If you show… anybody”
“We wont show another soul!” Tooru said.
“Fine.” Bakugou complied, turning towards the girls as they all whipped out their phones.
He stood there for a moment, glaring at the cameras in his face while the girls took pictures.
Eventually Bakugou closed his eyes, making sure that the girls were able to get pictures of the full makeup look on his eyelids. Because of this, he didn't see when Kirishima walked past the door to the room they were in, do a double take, and turn around to stand in the doorway and watch with his eyes as wide as saucers.
“Bakugou?” He said questioningly.
Bakugou’s eyes shot open, and he turned his face away from the door once he confirmed that that was in fact Kirishima’s voice.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE SHITTY HAIR?” He yelled with his back to the redhead.
Krishima started walking into the room, getting closer to Bakugou.
“I finished my workout early and was coming to see what you were up too.” He said, a smile of pride growing on his face. “I cant believe you let the girls practice makeup on you bro! Thats so manly!”
Bakugou pulled at his hair in frustration “Get out Kirishima!”
Kirishima pouted “But I want to see! And I want the girls to do my makeup too!” He added.
The girls looked at him expectantly.
“Really?” Jirou said.
Kirishima nodded his head. “I can’t let Bakugou be the only one getting in on the fun!”
Mina squealed and the girls began excitedly gathering up different products and talking about what colors they would use for him.
Meanwhile Bakugou was sulking.
“Hey, you don't care that I’m letting them do my face too right?” Kirishima said, coming up behind Bakugou and setting a hand on his shoulder.
Bakugou made sure his face was directed away from Kirishima so that the other boy wouldn't see the blush that was taking over his face.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do.” He said bluntly. But it lacked most of Bakugou’s usual anger.
Kirishima removed his hand from his shoulder. “Okay” he said carefully, undeterred by Bakugou’s closed off demeanor. “Can I see your makeup? I didn't get that good of a look from the doorway.” he said.
“No” Bakugou replied.
“What? Why not?” He leaned in to whisper into Bakugou’s ear for secrecy. “Did they do a bad job?”
Bakugou shivered at the feel of Kirishima’s breath on his skin.
“F-fuck no it looks good.”
“Then let me seeeee” Kirishima whined.
“Fine but fucking shut up about it!” Bakugou shouted, turning his face in a rage to glare at Kirishima.
Kirishima’s eyes widened at the sight of Bakugou. The intensity in his eyes was double its usual, and that sent a thrill through Kirishima’s body.
“Woah, you look beautiful.” Kirishima said before he could stop himself.
“HAH?” Bakugou’s glare turned murderous.
“I just mean- they did a good job! you look really good!” He said quickly, as a slight blush crept onto his cheeks.
“Hell yeah I do.” Bakugou replied, fixing Kirishima with a stare that made his heart flop in all kinds of ways.
Suddenly, the girls dragged Kirishima away, and he was left with his own thoughts of why his heart always did that when Bakugou was around. It was probably just because he admired him so much, he was so manly!
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Later that day Kirishima sat at the kitchen’s breakfast bar as Bakugou cooked them some curry. The girls had been more experimental with Kirishima’s makeup, using the same red mixed with some orange tones and a hair net to create the effect of scales on his skin. They had also used the dark red and black around his eyes and highlighted it with orange in his inner corners. They had called him a dragon, and he laughed and posed as the girls took photos of the completed look.
Bakugou was violently stirring what he called a ‘special sauce’ for their dinner (Kirishima could have sworn he saw him dump half a bottle of Tobasco sauce in it) still wearing his makeup from earlier. Kirishima couldn't help but stare at how sharp his face looked and how beautiful his features were. He had always known that Bakugou was a good looking guy, he always seemed so cool with his intense glare and angled facial features, and the makeup just accentuated those good looks even further.
Bakugou finished stirring his death sauce and looked up at Kirishima.
“What are you looking at shitty hair?” He asked. The harsh words spoken without malice.
“You.” Kirishima said without thinking (for the second time that day), eyes going wide as he thought of ways to defend himself.
“I mean! the makeup the girls did on you looks really cool and-“
“Kirishima…” Bakugou said, interrupting his speech.
“Yes?” He said nervously.
Bakugou glared, eyes darting anywhere but at Kirishima as he spoke.
“You look really…” He clenched his hands into fists as Kirishima looked at him with wide eyes. “Beautiful.” He finished.
All of the breath left Kirishima’s lungs.
“Y-You’re also beautiful!” He replied with a blush.
Bakugou smirked, checking on his chicken as he spoke.
“Thanks dumbass” He said fondly.
Bakugou served Kirishima a plate of curry, then served himself a portion and sat next to Kirishima at the breakfast bar.
And if they ended up holding hands in between the two seats, nobody noticed.