<3 or whatever

"Aaaand that's it, all done!" Mina chirped, moving back to admire her work. Izuku opened his eyes hesitantly to see the girls gathered around him, looking at him in awe.

"Deku, you look so good!!" Ochako squealed, pulling out her phone to take pictures. He heard the rest of the girls murmur in agreement and felt his face getting warmer, unused to all the attention.

He moved his arms to cover his face out of habit before he felt hands pulling them back down to his lap, and heard Hagakure's cheerful voice, "You can't hide this Midoriya, we worked too hard!"

"Yeah Mido!" Mina agreed, "You look like a total snack. Look!"

Mina eagerly thrust a handheld mirror into Izuku's hands. He wasn't sure why he felt so nervous, but the sensation of butterflies in his stomach only got stronger as he lifted the mirror up to catch a glimpse of his reflection.

Green eyes locked with green as he gazed into the mirror, hardly recognizing the person staring back at him. He gasped softly, moving his hand up to caress his face; as if he couldn't believe that he could look like that.

His skin was flawless, not even a single freckle was visible through the foundation carefully laid on his skin. A soft blush dusted his cheecks, causing the vibrant boy to appear to glow even more than usual. His eyes were highlighted with a gold shimmer and shaped with a smoky liner. False lashes framed and drew attention to his beautiful round eyes. A subtle glossy lip finished off the look, accentuating Izuku's plump lips.

"Wow..." the greenette let out a breathy laugh, smiling softly and staring at himself in disbelief.

"Well? What do you think!?" Ochako questioned eagerly.

"I'm just... wow. I didn't know I could look so... elegant." He lowered the mirror, smiling softly at the girls around him. "Thank you guys, I love it."

"Awww, Mido you're so welcome!!" Mina squealed.

"Midoriya, I must say... you don't need makeup to look beautiful. But sometimes it is nice to dress up a bit." Momo suggested, smiling softly.

"Okay, selfie time!!!!" Hagakure interjected excitedly, putting her arms around the group. Everyone posed happily, and as they were admiring the pictures, Izuku felt his phone vibrate.

Kacchan: Nerd. Dinner will be ready in 15.

"Oh! That's Kacchan! I better get going! Thank you guys for inviting me, this was so much fun!"

"Aww, thanks for coming Deku! Go show your Kacchan your new look." Ochako shouted, wiggling her eyes suggestively.

Izuku blushed as he said his goodbyes and headed out the door. He pulled his phone out of his pocked as he walked out, opening up his messages to reply to Kacchan.

Me: Ok Kacchan!! (≧◡≦) On my way back now <3<3<3

Me: What's for dinner? (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Kacchan: Food.

Me: Kacchan! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Me: Mean ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

Kacchan: Just fuckin get here and you'll see

Me: Ok Kacchan! <3<3

Kacchan: <3

Kacchan: or whatever

Izuku picked up his pace, mouth watering at the thought of what Kacchan might've cooked for him tonight. When he finally arrived at his apartment, he pulled out his keys and moved to unlock the door. He felt the butterflies return to his stomach as he turned the key, remembering his new look and anticipating how Kacchan might react.

Would he be excited? Would he like it? Izuku wasn't sure and it made him feel nervous. He took in a deep breath before opening the door.

The savory scent of katsudon hit him as he walked into the apartment. Izuku immediately smiled, eagerly toeing off his shoes and running towards the kitchen. The blonde was standing at the stove, fiddling with the pots and pans with his back turned to Izuku. He was wearing grey sweatpants, a green "Deku" shirt, and an apron that said, "This girl loves meat." It was a gift from Denki that he swore he was going to explode, but wore every time he cooked.

But that can be their little secret.

"Kacchan!" Izuku exclaimed, running to the blonde and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Hey nerd," Katsuki muttered softly, turning to embrace the smaller man, resting his chin in the mop of green hair. "Did you have fun with the pussy posse?"

"Kacchan!" Izuku gasped, pulling away to glare up at the blonde. "You did not just call them that! That is vulgar Bakugo Katsuki, and I-"

"Wait, where the fuck are your freckles?" The blonde questioned, pushing the greenette's hair out of his face and cupping his jaw.

"What?" Izuku replied, confused at the abrupt change in topic.

"Your freckles, where are they?" Katsuki repeated, a concerned and frustrated expression on his face as he registered Izuku's new look.

"Oh, this," he replied, looking away and fidgeting with his sleeve. "The girls wanted to do a makeover and I thought it would be fun... you don't like it?" he asked the blonde nervously.

Katsuki didn't respond, looking intensely at Izuku's face. After a brief pause, he looked deeply into green eyes and finally replied.

"You're stunning."

Izuku gasped softly, a radiant smile breaking across his face. "Kacchan really thinks so?" he replied shyly, feeling his cheeks warm as a blush rose to his face. "Then maybe I should do this more often." He joked, letting out a short laugh.

Katsuki leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss across his boyfriend's lips. "Izuku, you're the most beautiful person in the whole damn world. Inside and out. You don't need to change a fuckin thing about yourself. In fact..."

Katsuki stepped away, walking over to the sink to grab a clean rag, wet it under warm water, and returned to Izuku. He brought the rag up to Izuku's face and began to gently wipe the makeup away.

As the smaller man's freckles reappered, Katsuki leaned in to press kisses against each one. Izuku closed his eyes, basking in the attention of the blonde while the makeup was slowly and lovingly cleaned from his face.

Once Katsuki finished, he placed the rag down and cupped Izuku's face tenderly in his hands. His thumbs brushed the greenette's cheeks, tracing across the freckles that dusted his soft skin. He smiled warmly, gazing into soft green eyes.

"There's my Zuku."