Fake freckles (Bkdk, humor, 700words)
Katsuki held up the tape barrier and Izuku, his hand on his aching hip, slipped underneath with difficulty, panting: "Thanks, Kacchan."
The blonde let the tape snap back without a word, the unmistakable sign for the reporters to storm the scene. They watch as they come, and Katsuki squares his shoulders in resignation.
"I hate this part."
Izuku quickly limps in front of him, a filter for both parties, and looks reassuringly over his shoulder into a dirty, grumpy face, "You did great. Don't worry."
"Hero Deku," the first round of questioning begins, "how long does it take to repaint your freckles every time?"
Izuku actually gasps in surprise at this, and the reporter leans further over the barrier, "What product do you use? I'm Mako, from the beauty channel-"
"Fuckin' what?" Kacchan's deep, scratchy voice asks from behind him and Izuku lets out a small, disbelieving laugh, fighting sudden goosebumps.
"Sorry," he apologizes immediately, "but I don't-"
"You think those are fake freckles?"
"Kacchan-"
"Are you guys fuckin' stupid?"
The reporter swings the microphone up while Katsuki crouches over Izuku like a shadow, "Have your shitty eyes checked, you-"
The reporter has no objection at all to changing the subject to the blonde in order to stop his impending barrage of insults.
"Hero Dynamight, you too are often seen with freckles in the summer-"
Literally smelling the nitro, Izuku jumped in, "Kacchan doesn't have any - ugh, it's mostly ash that sticks to his sweat-"
"Deku used to have freckles when every motherfucker and their aunt out there called them ugly," the blonde cut him off and Izuku pursed his lips a little embarrassed, "he has freckles on his elbow, behind his knees and on his goddamn ass."
"Kacchan-"
"How the hell is he supposed to paint there? Huh?"
Izuku rubbed the bridge of his nose and looks apologetically into the camera, but Katsuki wasn't done yet.
"You think he's got nothing better to do than get his ass fake-freckled after a fight?"
"Oh my god," Izuku breathed, subtly tugging at one of Kacchan's gauntlets, "I think that's enough. No one even remotely thought about my butt-"
But Katsuki had wriggled out of his grip and pulled out his cell phone. To Izuku's growing horror, he opened a rather green album and almost stuffed the phone into the reporter's mouth.
"Eight years ago, see? Four of them, right under his eye."
Izuku had never seen anyone flip through an album so violently. All cameras zoomed in on Kacchan's fingers, which aggressively zoomed in on his cheeks frame by frame.
He tries again, "Kacchan-"
"Fuck off, Deku."
Then he takes a deep breath and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Six years ago, four years – last year! Look, you dump jackass."
The whispering grew louder and Izuku bit his lips, mentally playing bingo as to what the headlines would be tomorrow. His ears burned. His face was warm.
"Seen enough?"
The crowd backed away as Kacchan reared up to his full height, and Izuku was too slow to slap away the hand that gripped his collar tightly. With shameful ease, he was lifted from his feet and held up to the camera like a plushy.
"Kacchan-"
"Four here," he turned his wrist until Izuku's other cheek was almost stuck to the camera lens, "and four here. Amateurs y'all, shit."
Izuku pinched Katsuki's hand until the grip on his collar loosened and he found himself safely on his feet a second later. He was flushed from his knees up to his ears by now.
With what was left of his dignity, he tried to bow, thank the civilians for their support, and turn away - but he only managed the first as he was dragged away by the collar again. A storm of flashbulbs exploded behind them, the shouts drowning each other out. The reporters were ecstatic.
"Fake freckles," Kacchan hissed beside him, his little finger crackling with murderous intent, "I've never heard such a load of shit before."
They turn the corner and Izuku side-eyes his best friend.
"You've got a soft spot for my freckles," he concluded with a tiny grin.
Katsuki punched him hard in the upper arm.
"Ow-"
"Shut the fuck up."
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cannot seem to find good answers for this online so i guess i’ll take it here. i bought 2 colourpop freckle pens online a week or two ago and they arrived today, the packaging was pretty shoddy (like dilapidated cardboard that disintegrated into gray dust in my hands) and when i try out the pens the dark one is like dark-gray-almost-black, not a natural brown color at all, and the lighter one has barely any visible pigment at all (and i’m, like, really pale). i wanted to buy them because i really love my ulta lime crime freckle pens but their tips are really soft and fragile and i kinda ruined them by using them over moisturizer, but these new ones from colourpop are totally dried out and basically just horrible. is there any way to fix them or anything or do i just have to get new ones (obviously i will not be ordering from colourpop again)? thankssss
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