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Y/N and Mezo had almost immediately bonded when the school year started, for whatever reason. Why in the world would a pretty girl like her wanna be friends with someone like him?
He was a heteromorph, obviously, but he also had plenty of scars littering his face and was pretty damn self conscious about it. His classmate already knew about this though, before anyone else in Class 1-A actually, because she insisted on patching him up after accidentally scratching his face during training. She saw what he looked like and barely even reacted...just, continued to gently tend to the scratch she left. When he inquired about it later that day, asking if he scared her or if she was off put, she just shook her head and assured him she didn't mind. She even went as far to call him cute, which certainly threw him for a loop. It wasn't the reaction he usually received, to say the least.
Moving on, since Y/N thoroughly enjoyed makeup-- as a decent portion of teenage girls do...they somehow ended up in this situation. She had some lipsticks and lipglosses she wanted to test, wondering if they were transfer-proof or not. Mezo, the poor fella, somehow got dragged into it. Matter of fact...he usually got dragged into the girl's shenanigans, being the loyal fool he was. This wasn't that surprising.
Now, here they both sat in Y/N's dorm room after a long day of school and training. Mezo was sitting on her comfy bed while she applied various lipsticks and glosses, and then tested if they were "kiss-proof"...her words, not his. She'd test this; not by kissing a piece of paper or the back of her hand, no-- she'd test it by kissing his face instead. She insisted she needed to test it on an actual face, and Mezo's face happened to end up being the test face.
It was...such an odd feeling to experience such gentle attention being paid to his face rather than the violence he had received all throughout his childhood. Mezo would tense up just a little every time her hands or lips would brush against an old scar, then relax as he let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in. This whole situation was both nerve wracking and amusing, an odd combination for sure.
Y/N gently held his chin in her palm and kissed his cheek, her lips brushing against a small scar there. She didn't seem to mind the texture nor the feeling at all though. She was so normal about it.
The girl pouted as her lipgloss left behind a faint stain and shook her head in aggravation. "Ugh, I have yet to find a single damn kiss-proof lipstick in my whole collection! This is bullshit...I'm starting to doubt I even have one at this point." She complained and then sighed as she met her friend's gaze with her own. "I'm sorry, you must be getting really bored of this." She muttered, gently rubbing his chin with her thumb.
Mezo, ever the sweetheart, just shook his head and replied politely. "No, not at all."
Y/N nodded, but she wasn't sure if she totally believed him. He was good at hiding whatever he was feeling from her, and it annoyed her to no end. "You sure?" She asked, glancing at the several stains she had scattered across his scarred face. Usually guys hated it when a girl would leave a stain on their face from their lip color.
Mezo smiled softly at her insistence to make sure he wasn't bored nor uncomfy. It truly spoke volumes about the bond between the two of them. He nodded as he answered, his voice calm despite his slightly elevated heart rate. "Yes, Y/N, I'm sure. I guarantee you're not bothering me nearly as much as you think. I'm just glad I can help."
Y/N huffed out a squeak of adoration, finding his constant sweetness and calmness adorable. It never failed to amaze her how someone who had been treated so terribly could still be such a gentle person.
In typical Y/N fashion; she couldn't resist the urge to cup his face in both her hands and lightly squish his cheeks a little. "Awe...you're too sweet for this world, Mez." She giggled and pressed her forehead against his. "You adorable bastard."
He froze a little, not expecting the sudden closeness. He sure hoped the lipstick stains covered up the light flush of his cheeks. "Adorable? But-..." Mezo went to reply, but was then cut off by Y/N setting a finger against his lips to silence him.
The girl grinned as she pulled away a bit, giving him a little space back. She then moved her hand away from his mouth, instead ruffling his hair. "Shush, my lovely lab rat." She joked, "Less talk-y, more test-y."
And with that, Y/N wiped off the current lipgloss she had on and tried another lip product. Oh boy...this was gonna be a long and interesting afternoon.
Mezo couldn't say he minded much though...