Face Masks

The moment you began painting a charcoal mask on your boyfriend's nearly flawless skin, you began to wonder how you even convinced him to let you do this.

But then again, there's very little the man wouldn't do to achieve perfection.

It all started with the two of you hanging out in your dorm. Bakugou was scrolling through his phone, while you rested your head on his chest and let your finger trace along the ridges of his muscles.

"Katsuki, I'm bored." You groaned, lifting your head up to hold it in your palm while looking down to the blond.

Bakugou's crimson eyes glanced from above his phone to take in your whine of boredom before scoffing as he looked back to his phone, "You're the one that refuses to go outside, idiot."

Your lower lip sunk into a pout as you sluggishly rolled on top of the boy, stradling your legs around his hips while your fingers began to card through his spiked locks. Careful to not move your hips around too much, knowing what the outcome of that would be, you let out a dramatic sigh.

"I refuse to go outside because it sounds like a freakin monsoon is going on out there." You huffed, tugging at his locks just to prove a point which resulted in a low growl from him, "I'm not trying to get waterboarded."

The young hero looked at you with unimpressed eyes as you spoke, tossing his phone to the side before closing his eyes as you massaged the top of his head.

"Then stop whining that you're bored, I can't do a damn thing about it."

Though you knew Bakugou couldn't demand Zeus to stop the miserable weather and take you out to have the best day of your life: that didn't mean you still weren't going to be a brat about it.

"You're no fun, K." You hissed, burying your face into his neck as your plush lips left warm kisses along every crevice.

Bakugou's body immediately tensed up from your sensual affection, his hands gripping at your hips now as he growled your name out lowly.

It was at that moment you realized, your boyfriend never had a single flaw in his skin. No acne, blackheads, whiteheads, acne scars, anything. Completely blemish free.

Eventually you knew to stop asking him, as he loved to gloat about how his quirk provided him with nearly perfect skin. All the little shit had to do was shower for five minutes each night and he had god level skin.

That is, until now.

As your lips met his jawline, you paused to give him a knowing look through hooded eyes, his crimson glare already on you before your eyes noticed a bright red bump in your peripheral vision.

Glancing down quickly, your eyes widened upon seeing what you truly thought was impossible.

"No way..." You whispered, Bakugou's eyes following your shocked ones as he looked down before raising a brow.

"The fuck are you starin at?" Bakugou hissed, slightly beginning to worry when you didn't respond and instead began to touch at his chin, "What the hell is wr-SHIT."

The minute your finger made contact with the zit, the ash blond nearly shoved you away as he jerked his head from your tough and glared at you. Then he froze, realizing your touch shouldn't have hurt him like that.

"It hurts too?" You questioned, a laugh of disbelief bubbling in your chest before you poked an accusatory finger into his chest, "Holy shit Katsuki, you have a zit!"

Bakugou's eyes widened, his face turning pale as if you had just informed him his mother died. Rubbing a rough finger along his chin, he grit his teeth and scrambled for his phone.