The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: ...𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙻

"Okay wait, shit, I have to dodge your eyebrows—" Eijiro stuck his tongue to the tip of one of his teeth, concentrating hard of moving the applicator around my face.

We sat on my couch, dressed in pajamas and facing each other cross legged. Eijiro had pulled his hair up and away from his face, fastened into a tiny pony tail at the back of his head.

A head band kept fly-aways out of my face as he spread a dark purple substance on my face.

We were giddy, the both of us, maybe from the relief of not having to be professional for once or maybe from the stress about the gala.

Either way; we couldn't stop laughing.

"I can loose my eyebrows, it's fine. I've heard it's a good look," I said, trying not to smile.

The red head in front of me stifled a laugh, trying not to disturb the blue sparkly paste on his own face.

"It's so cold," I mentioned after a long moment of silence, finally starting to laugh at the end of my statement. Eijiro's hand fell still as he leaned forward, curling up with laughter as we tried and failed to keep our faces still.

"Okay. Okay, okay, okay," he said, biting his lip to try to laugh again. "We're trying this again."

"Okay," I muttered as he scooped more of the mask into my face. He spread it across my cheekbone, making me squeak while trying not to laugh.

"Don't laugh," he muttered through clenched teeth, a smile straining on his face.

He concentrated hard as he spread the stuff down the bridge of my nose, making a bit drip down onto my lip.

"Don't laugh," he repeated, on the verge of doing so himself as I screwed my eyes shut, finally bursting out into tear-laced laughter.

Eijiro joined me in laughing, dropping his hands to his lap as we screamed in laughter.

We still didn't know why.

I hit my knee repeatedly in an attempt to a calm myself down while Eijiro just stayed doubled over, hands full and wheezing.

This went on for a while, and finally we had calmed down and finished applying the substance to my face.

"How was today at the office? Any break throughs?" Eijiro asked, a bag of chips in his lap as a movie played in the background.

"Nope, not yet," I groaned, reaching into the bag. "I think everyone is still trying to grasp the Stain angle."

He hummed, glancing back to the screen.

"Understandably so."

I looked back up at him, studying his face while he wasn't looking.

His jawline was sharp, it always had been, ever since U.A., but it still looked soft if you stared long enough. A few brightly colored hairs had fallen from his ponytail, and I cursed myself for only now realizing his roots were showing, a deep black shining through the red.

His eyes though were what caught me.

They matched his hair, a red that was usually rather bright. But here, now, sat in front of my television with a pale blue layer of ick covering his face, they were dull.

His eyes seemed faded as if they were left out in the sun for too long, left out in the spotlight.

He wasn't here, that much was clear. He was in his own head, over thinking things more than he should.

"Are you ok?" I asked, the words escaping my mouth before I realized what I was thinking.

Eijiro turned to look at me, trying not to move his face too much as he did so.