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Ochako’s heart pounds, the beat so loud she’s sure it must be audible to Camie. Especially with how close they are; Camie’s face a mere breath away from hers, and her hand cupping Ochako’s chin to hold her head steady. It’s a blessing that Ochako has to close her eyes for this, because she’s not sure how she would survive if she had to look Camie in the eye right now.
It started innocently enough, with Ochako complimenting Camie’s makeup at the last hero gala they both attended. Camie had been hanging off of Todoroki’s arm, clad in a tight coral dress with glittery eyeshadow adorning her, and before she could stop herself, Ochako blurted out something about how pretty she looked.
Thanks, pookie, Camie said. You’re totes cutieful too!
At that point, Todoroki tactically exited the conversation, leaving Ochako to entertain Camie on her own. Unsure what else to say, Ochako lamented about not being able to ever get her makeup to look as good as Camie’s, and Camie offered to help her out before the next gala, and Ochako heard herself agreeing for some reason, and—
Now she’s here. In Camie’s bathroom, seated on the edge of the sink, with Camie pressed right up against her as she brushes glitter over her eyelids. To make matters worse, Camie was already wearing a full face of makeup and clad in a new dress when Ochako arrived, leaving Ochako feeling woefully underprepared with her bare face, street clothes, and a garment bag holding the same dress she wore last time. Even though she literally came here to get ready.
And Camie still greeted her with a grin and a chipper, I’m way hyped to see you again, cutie!
Needless to say, Ochako has been on flight-or-fight mode ever since. According to both Todoroki and Bakugou, Camie just says things like that to everyone, but that isn’t stopping Ochako’s traitorous brain from latching onto every smile and compliment—they just feel so genuine.
“Girlypop, you are, like, mad tense,” Camie says suddenly, breaking Ochako from her thoughts. “You chill? Or nah?”
“O-oh!” Ochako stammers. “No— I mean yeah! I’m fine!”
Camie hums, like she doesn’t quite believe her. Ochako cracks one eye open to find Camie staring at her skeptically. She has her arms crossed, tapping one perfectly-manicured finger against her chin, and Ochako prepares for the worst when she opens her mouth, but all she gets is:
“Whatever you say, boo.”
Ochako snaps her eyes shut.
She tries her best to relax her shoulders as Camie finishes up, but it’s easier said than done. Because each point of contact between them burns, and every brush of Camie’s fingers against her face sends sparks shooting across Ochako’s skin. It takes every ounce of self-control she has ever had to not instinctively lean into Camie’s touch.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Camie steps out of Ochako’s immediate personal space. It leaves her colder than she’d expected.
Camie claps her hands together. “That’s perf! You’re slaying for realsies; ate and left no crumbs!”
“Uh— Thanks…?” Ochako is pretty sure that’s a good thing, at least. She hops to the ground, slightly unsteady from nerves, and Camie reaches out to help balance her.
Ochako’s breath hitches.
She turns quickly, looking towards her reflection so she can focus on that instead of Camie’s hand on her arm. Her eyelids shimmer with Camie’s glittery eyeshadow, and when she tilts her head, the light catches sparkles scattered across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as well. It wasn’t even anything super complicated, but it’s the sort of look Ochako always figured she’d never be able to pull off—something for trendy people like Camie and Mina; not…her.
But staring at herself now… She looks nice.
“Well?” Camie prompts. “Did I cook or what?”
Ochako giggles. She pivots, facing Camie once more. “Yeah, you definitely cooked. Thank you so much!”
“No prob, fam. I’m FR lucky I got to glam up a hottie like you.” Camie holds out a hand. “You ready to serve glittermaxxing gal pals at this gala?”
Ochako places her hand in Camie’s, letting her link their fingers together. “Absolutely!”