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“Oh my god.”
Letting out a huff, Hitoshi leans away from where Ashido is aggressively dabbing makeup under his eyes to peek one open and look at her. She’s already ready, body draped in a white tunic-like gown while wiry sandals hug her feet and a plastic crown of golden leaves circle her head. Normally they wouldn’t have to get fully dressed for a simple rehearsal but Bakugou was adamant which... led them to here.
“What?” He grumbled, cringing at the feeling that came with blinking. The product under his eyes felt heavy and it took everything in him to not wipe it off (technically, he could. It’s not as if Hitoshi gives a shit about what Bakugou thinks. Ashido will be upset though and that’s- well, she already seems frustrated he doesn’t want to make that worse).
“We’re already halfway through the bottle,” Ashido whined, shoving the tan bottle into his line of sight as if that would tell him anything. “This is brand new! Why are your eye bags so deep? It’s not like you don’t nap here constantly.”
“It’s called chronic insomnia. I nap, not sleep.”
Ashido’s face softens, an action that usually would have Hitoshi’s hackles rising. She isn’t looking at him with pity though, instead, it’s... concern. He’s gotten more used to seeing the same face from his Dads over the past few years but it still leaves him reeling to see it on the face of some pretty girl he barely knows.
‘Pretty girl? Why-‘
“Close your eyes,” Ashido says, interrupting his thoughts. Hitoshi does as told, listening to the crinkling of a bag before the familiar feeling of a wet wipe is being pressed under his eyes. It’s a relief to get all that product off and Ashido is being much more gentle now so he doesn’t feel the need to lean away from her. In fact, he may or may not... lean in more.
Look, Ashido doesn’t say anything about it so neither will he.
“We’ll just add them to your character,” Ashido explains when Hitoshi is finally allowed to open his eyes and send her a questioning look. “It fits anyway. I’ll just tell Katsuki you were allergic to the product or something.”
She smiles and Hitoshi’s stomach flutters at the sight of it.