Work Text:
By far, your favorite thing to do when invited to events is prepare for them.
Yes, seeing all the actors you worked with dressed in their best attire after not seeing them since finishing the first season’s production was nice. However, nothing quite compared to the preparation of the event.
You always fussed about taking a trip to the store to find a makeup product for his skin that'd never seen the light of day. Saying things like, "You know we can't order something in your shade online. They don't have your shade in the online stores." When you know it's not true at all. You truly just enjoyed spending the time dragging him throughout the isles of beauty supply stores.
You'd then complain about the extra time you would have to spend doing his makeup when you really didn't mind at all. He didn’t actually need much, just some touch ups here and there or coverage of a random pimple that appeared the morning of. Being so close and intimate with him was what you really enjoyed. And having an excuse to "blend the product" a bit more roughly if a snark remark came from him.
He was well aware of this. Yet he still complained.
Every. Time.
“If someone would’ve told me, two years ago, that I’d be willingly sitting down to have my makeup done outside of set; I would call them insane.” He'd always say something along those lines. You roll your eyes and hold his face still.
“I guess I’m lucky you love your partner so much, hm?” You would always reply back.
Gojo would then turn to you again, “Very. Lucky.”
Then you'd smile and continue to touch up his makeup despite being very much done with it. You really just wanted to stray away from his teasing gaze knowing your entire face felt like it were on fire.
He probably couldn't see it but he knew the effect he had on you. And you knew he knew. You both knew each other so well, inside and out that you could tell by a simple glance what the other felt.
You would eventually pretend you finally finished and step back to admire your work through the mirror. Suddenly standing up, Gojo would stick his hand or hold out his arm for you to grab onto.
"Are you ready, my lovely, talented, gorgeous, stunning, head turning-"
"Yes." You'd cut him off, "Yes, I am very much ready."
"Alright then. Off to the car we go."