fic ~ m.a.c.

[redonthemoon]

Fandom: BNHA
Pairing: Bakugou/Todoroki
Word Count: 666
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship

Prompt: lipstick

Summary: Shouto likes lipsticks, but there's something he loves even more.

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Russian Red. Marrakesh. Lady Danger. Ruby Woo. Pink Nouveau. Cosmo. Please Me. Speed Dial. Candy Yum-Yum. Cyber Shine.

Gloss. Matte.

He has them all.

They are all perfectly placed in a single row behind his sink, in the pearl white counter of the bathroom. He likes the contrast they make against it: all black and shiny, perfect cylinders with a flat base to stand up proud, a metallic silver ring around their waist, making them look like models wearing sleek black dresses with a minimalist belt, all walking down his particular fashion show.

His finger hovers over them, teeth softly grazing his bottom lip as he considers which one is the one for tonight. He glances up at the foggy mirror and smiles as he can already hear someone with a hoarse grunt scolding him, ‘You shouldn’t use such scorching water, princess. It ain’t good for the skin’.

Shaking his head, he glances at what truly matters: his outfit. He’s wearing a black turtle neck crop top, made of the softest cashmere, and baby blue low-waist jeans.

He’s still unsure, if it was all dark, he’d go for the pink hues and if it was all light, the red ones, but like this…

The tick-tock from the clock doesn’t stop, and he knows neither is the impatient tapping from the man who is waiting outside. Shouto knows he has taken too long scrubbing and exfoliating his skin and then drying his hair, styling it perfectly with some waves on his sides to make it look fluffy, the kind of fluffy that drives Katsuki wild.

Just like the lipstick.

Shouto likes them, he has always enjoyed them. Growing up, his eyes always moved towards the beauty stands, and whenever he had a chance, he sneaked into his sister’s or mother’s bathrooms and awed quietly at them. He remembers opening their drawers and uncovering them, marvelling at how beautiful and shiny the little bars were. He could spend a whole afternoon, twisting the base of the lipsticks, sliding up and down their secret contents that he wanted, oh so badly, to wear.

But he couldn’t. Because proper boys don’t wear make-up, Shouto.

So he didn’t.

Until he met him.

Bakugou Katsuki, a tough man that cursed more than he breathed, wore leather jackets, ripped jeans, rock and punk tees or skull-pattered ones, branded bruises and scars along with tattoos and piercings with utter pride… and used eyeliner without caring about how unmanly it might be.

It was he who caught Shouto staring at the lipsticks with desire and who simply bought one, and right after the store clerk said, "Thanks for your purchase," started to apply it to Shouto’s eager lips.

“There. You look gorgeous. I’m hungry as fuck, can we go already?”

Just like that. All Shouto’s fears started to crumble and now there he is, the proud owner of over forty lipsticks. If only he could exhibit them all... Alas, Katsuki always tidies them up, placing them back in the drawers after he scolds him to only keep ten, his favourites, out.

“But I like them all!”

“No. Choose.”

He finally goes for a pink hue, and as he opens the bathroom door, he smiles as he sees him.

“Fucking finally!”

Katsuki rushes to his side and Shouto bites his cheek as both know this isn’t it.

He’s still going back to the bathroom after this.

Shouto might love his lipsticks, and he can easily spend hours trying them on and off, daydreaming about what shade perfectly goes with what outfit and whatnot, but his favorite part about them is how they look when they smear all over his mouth and chin when Katsuki kisses him.

He might enjoy wearing them, but it’s nothing compared to when they pull apart, panting, and he sees his favourite shade of the day, all over Katsuki’s face, matching his.

 

Ten minutes later, he goes back to the bathroom. Katsuki doesn’t complain. He needs to retouch his lips and hair.