❝ You're fucking weird ❞
❝ I was never normal to begin with❞
一✮一
Azami Yamada-Aizawa, or Azami Aimada, is the biological child of the two pro heroes known as The Voice Hero: Present Mic, and The Erasure Hero: Eraser Head, also known as Hizashi Yamad...
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一✮一
"B-Bakugo, wha--"
"Your makeup is a fucking disaster."
Suddenly Katsuki pulled himself away from Azami and started rummaging through her bag without her consent. However, Azami was still far too flustered to even protest towards his actions.
H-he was so close...
"Oi, do you have any fucking wipes in this shit? You can't go out looking like a fucking disaster, unless you want people to start ridiculing you and start calling you a fucking piece of shit!" Katsuki growled as he angrily threw a few of the contents that were in the small black bag. However, he was still trying to calm down his rapidly beating heart.
Finally, Azami snapped out of her little trance and glared at the blonde beside her as he haphazardly threw her phone behind him.
"Hey, don't break my things!" Azami quickly reached out and luckily caught her precious cellular device with both hands before it could fall onto the hard, white tiled floor and break.
"There they fucking are!" Katsuki ignored Azami and grinned as he triumphantly held up a fresh and barely used pack of makeup wipes from somewhere deep within the now ruined black bag.
"Why were you even looking for those?" Azami groaned as she turned back to her bowl, which still had quite a lot of food in it.
"To fix your sad excuse of a fucking face, obviously," Katsuki said and rolled his eyes at the girl, as if saying "Isn't it fucking obvious, you idiot?"
"I don't need to fix it though. I wear a mask above all this, no one's going to notice my smudged eyeliner." Azami sulked in her seat and crossed her arms, pouting and glaring at the boy. She wasn't really mad at the fact that her stuff was scattered around the break room now, thanks to him.
No, she was angry because she had dropped her chopsticks and didn't have any spare, which meant that she probably couldn't finish her food.
And even if she would be able to get some more chopsticks, her katsudon was probably cold now anyway.
"Just because you wear that shit under a fucking mask doesn't give you an excuse to looking like you got dumped by your boyfriend and ended up crying in a bathroom stall for two and a half hours," Katsuki said.
"That's... oddly specific," Azami mumbled.
Katsuki rolled his eyes yet again, a tick mark growing on his head as he grabbed a hold of Azami's chair and spun it around to it would face the chair he had been sitting on moments prior.
Without uttering a word, the boy sat back down and grabbed a handful of wipes and started rubbing the smudged eyeliner away from Azami's face.
Azami was about to protest when she suddenly got a whiff of the scent his awfully calloused hands gave off.
