The place I throw things when company comes over

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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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During winter Midnight goes a whole week of seeing Aizawa with the worst case of chapped lips she’s ever seen on anyone before she snaps “My lips hurt just looking at yours! How do you live like that?”

Aizawa shrugs and says “Lost my chapstick. Keep forgetting to buy another one.”

“Here I have about 10 too many of these in my drawer anyways, please use it!” Midnight says as she tosses him a tube of lipgloss.

She thinks he might push back on using lipgloss but Aizawa only gives it half a glance before thanking her and applying some.

Which is the exact moment Mic walks into the room.

“Hey! Goooood morn- ah-…ing?!” Mic chokes out. Doing a double take at Aizawa who, luckily for him, hasn’t looked away from his computer to witness Mic’s brain begin to short circuit.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, darling!”

Midnight says with a knowing grin, already catching onto the power a little bit of lipgloss on Aizawa has on Mic’s disastrous bisexual ass.

Then with a wink she adds “By the way Aizawa, you better not waste that lipgloss by losing it. Stuff ain’t cheap!

But also your lips really need some more love, hun.”

Which has the light blush on Mic’s face going a few shades darker.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll do my best” Aizawa huffs out. Scooting his chair that much closer to his desk, signaling that the conversations are over. Also tucking his face into his scarf, covering his (fuck, were they also tinted??) lips and allowing Mic a chance collect himself before shuffling over to his own desk.

Though, unfortunately for Mic, Aizawa keeps his word.

For weeks, when the bottom half of his face wasn’t being covered by his capture weapon, Aizawa could be seen with a very light shade of red lipgloss on.

Which meant weeks of Mic being a not-so-light shade of red, every time he got a glimpse of those, now very soft and pretty, lips