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You're sitting at your vanity, the morning sun filtering through the curtains of your dorm room, casting a soft glow across your collection of makeup. It's a ritual for you—one that's both calming. As you carefully apply foundation, blending it seamlessly into your skin, you don't notice the pair of crimson eyes watching you intently from the slightly open door.
Bakugou leans against the doorway, arms crossed, his usual scowl in place. But there's something different in his gaze as he watches you, a mix of curiosity and something softer that he'd never admit to. He tells himself he's just passing by, but he hasn't moved from that spot for the past five minutes. You're oblivious to his presence, focused entirely on perfecting your winged eyeliner.
When you finally do notice him, it's because of the faint sound of his scoff. You glance up, your eyes meeting his in the mirror. "What are you doing?" you ask, more curious than annoyed.
Bakugou straightens up, the mask of indifference slipping back into place. "Tch, you really spend all that time on your face, huh?" His tone is gruff, but there's no real bite to it. If anything, he sounds more fascinated than judgmental.
You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him directly. "What's it to you?" There's a challenge in your voice, but your heart skips a beat when you notice the way his gaze flickers over your features, taking in every detail.
"Nothing," he mutters, but the corner of his mouth quirks up in that familiar, cocky smirk. "Just didn't expect you to look so...different without all that stuff."
It's a rare, almost vulnerable moment from him, and it catches you off guard. You're not sure if it's a compliment or just him being his usual blunt self, but there's something in his eyes that makes your pulse quicken.
Before you can respond, there's a knock on your door, and it swings open to reveal Kirishima, bright and cheerful as ever. "Hey, we're heading to the common room for breakfast. You coming?"
You glance back at Bakugou, who's already turned away, his usual gruff demeanor firmly back in place. "Yeah, I'll be down in a minute," you reply, your voice a bit softer than before.
Kirishima beams at you, oblivious to the tension in the room. "Great! See you there!" He disappears down the hallway, leaving you alone with Bakugou once more.
Bakugou lingers for a moment longer, his back to you before he finally speaks. "Don't take too long, princess. I wouldn't want you missing out because you're too busy with your makeup." The nickname drips with sarcasm, but there's a warmth beneath it that makes you smile despite yourself.
As he walks away, you shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips. There's something comforting about Bakugou's rough edges—something that feels real in a way that most things don't. You finish your makeup quickly, your thoughts lingering on him longer than you'd like to admit.
