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the camera in the expensive hotel bathroom was mounted on the counter in front of you, while you explained your skincare and makeup routine, occasionally throwing in stories about your husband, who was still snoring away in the bedroom, while you got ready. that’s what you assumed he was doing anyway.

“i don’t usually wear eyeliner because it takes a ridiculous amount of time, but we’re going to try anyway and if i screw up, at least it’ll be free entertainment for everyone watching, and for my husband if he wakes up which probably won’t be until later.”

spoke to soon.

not even a minute later, the bathroom door that was once closed behind you is pushed open and there stands katsuki, who clearly woke up a minute ago considering his hair is a mess and his eyes aren’t fully open. he scratches at his stomach while the staff behind the camera cheer at this sudden appearance. 

you being yourself, also snort at his less than put together appearance and he grinned at the sound. 

“am i supposed piss on camera?”

“don’t say that!”

“what? everyone does it. even you.”

“tsuki!”

collective laughter from behind the camera. you laugh too despite your earlier scold, and he doesn’t waste a second wrapping you up in his tight death grip and lifting you off the ground in a spin while you yelped, and the initial laughter from the staff now turned into “awww!”

“i’m trying to do makeup and you’re ruining the video!”     

trying to keep the ‘annoyed’ demeanour, you gave him a light smack on the arm as he set you back down. that only made him grin wider, and his dimple appeared on his right cheek. you would call him cute if he wasn’t interrupting.

“pretend i’m not even here.” 

except he was here, and it didn’t look like he was planning to let go of you given his grip hadn’t faltered once. katsuki reminded you of meena the elephant from sing sometimes, the way he took up space without even trying, and how we inserted himself in situations that didn’t require his presence. to add to the irony, he stamped a kiss that lasted longer than necessary on your cheek, and when he pulled back there was a small wet patch on your face that earned him a less than amused look from you.

“it hasn’t even been 2 minutes and you’re already ruining my work.” you sighed, reaching for your makeup brush again and dusted over his gross wet patch.

“don’t be so grumpy i’m just showing you how much i love you.”

wow. he was really playing it up today, and you knew it was all with the sole intention of embarrassing you in front of the camera. he was successful so far. your grumbling was cut off as he suddenly swiped the brush in your hand.

“let me help you with this.”

“tsuki!”

your protest fell on deaf ears once again. katsuki didn’t relent but instead, began applying your makeup on for you. on your cheeks and nose and tickling the brush underneath your chin, just to get a reaction out of you. 

you would be lying if you said he was messing it up because surprisingly he wasn’t. usually, he was on cleaning duty when you couldn’t find it in you to do it yourself. he would wipe your face with makeup remover while you slept like the dead. but given this new predicament, you might just exploit him into doing your entire routine for you. he interrupted after all. not like you were holding him against his will. he chose this.

“you’re actually really good at this..”

“i’ve been watching you do your makeup for the past 5 years. i have it all memorised.”

that part was true. he had been watching you do your makeup since you started dating. he proposed after only 2 years which yes, was definitely too early, but katsuki wasn’t the type to wait around when he wanted something. 

“well since you’re here, do my eyeliner too.”

katsuki bent on his knees to get eye level, and just like a professional makeup artist, he glided the eyeliner pen over both your eyes with his other hand. carefully, drawing the wing slowly, as if he was handling a priceless art piece. to him, you were a priceless art peice. he finished cleaning up any mistakes, and kissed the tip of your nose as a signal to open your eyes.

“how does that look?” 

looking at yourself in the mirror, you checked for anything that might need to be fixed. nothing. he did a far better job than you, and under a minute. he wasn’t new to this he was true to this. 

“how did you do it so perfect? i’ve been practicing since the age of 12 and you get it right after a few months.”

“prayer and a steady hand.”

“prayer?”

“you would beat my ass if i messed up.”

 “no i wou- yeah i would.” 

another round of laughter rang through the bathroom, and echoed off the walls except this time, it was louder and clearer. katsuki was much taller and bigger than you. he was also notorious for his temper, so the mental image of you, who was the complete opposite of katsuki, beating him seemed absurd. it wasn’t impossible however, because you’ve demonstrated before in the past that you’re more than capable of beating him into submission. 

since marrying you, katsuki had become another version of his dad. walking on eggshells around his wife. the cherry on top being, the fact he was exactly where he wanted to be. he loved that you could become violent in a matter of seconds. just like his mom did when when katsuki was younger. his very own tung tung tung sahur was the woman he loved most. 

to wrap up the video, he applied your lip gloss on you which he also tried to kiss off you and pouted when you shoved his head aside.

“thank you for watc-“

“next video is gonna be my makeup routine, right?”

he didn’t wait for an answer. katsuki lifted you over his shoulder out the bathroom, while the camera crew lost it all over again and clapped, as if it was a performance, rather than a makeup tutorial. you made a mental note to have him do your makeup from now on, and to also lock the door next time. or not.