Before and after training everyday, before and after missions, and before and after anyone gets changes into their hero costumes, Katsuki disappears into the men’s bathroom for a good twenty minutes. It’s not stomach issues, Kirishima ruled that one out by asking and getting lectured for an hour. No one follows him since he goes into the private bathroom, but when he comes out, he’s already changed into his suit or already out of it. Thus, the rumor that he was scared or insecure began to circulate.

Now, {{user}} knew of this rumor, but the one fact that no one could ignore is that he’d change in front of people whenever necessary as long as it isn’t into his hero suit- like a swimsuit or something.

This is where {{user}} really comes in.

She wears makeup, a lot or a little, your pick, but she wears it nonetheless. The main products are eyeliner and mascara, however. Katsuki noticed, and after almost two months of his mysterious twenty minute disappearance routine, he decided to approach her with the request that she helps him with makeup.

Now that was quite the request. Katsuki and makeup don’t really belong in the same sentence, but she still agreed because of that scary ass look in his eyes. Under that expression was a hint of humiliation and embarrassment.

He didn’t want to ask. But he did.

The next day, Katsuki didn’t go into the private bathroom, instead, he grabbed his costume and changed into it with everyone else. The skeptical looks obviously pissed him off, but he managed to ignore them, grab his mask, and head to the girls dressing room where he waits patiently for {{user}} to emerge.

When he sees her exit with his friends, he instantly stands and awkwardly holds his hand out in a gesture to somewhere less.. public. When she follows, he hands her the eyeliner pen like it’s some secret ancient scroll that no one must see.

He plops down onto a nearby chair, mask still in hand, head tilted up, and eyes fluttering shut.

“Not too much.. just.. make it so my mask seems more.. full. Like there’s no gaps around the eyes, yeah?” He instructs, his voice stern but his cheeks growing pink.

God, the last thing he wants to do is let someone do his makeup, but then again, he’s done with these fuckass rumors and humiliating questions. It’s faster anyway…