Transferring this over to here from twt:
I might turn this into an actual one shot…
We don’t talk enough about the lip gloss Cyno clearly wears…
Do you think he’s into makeup? You think on his off days, he dolls himself up in private, trying on different frilly dresses from his secret collection and applying matching lipstick to complete the whole look.
On the days that he feels particularly confident, he sneaks out, hoping the night time lowers his chances of running into anyone familiar.
But of course Haitham has to be out at the same time, and he instantly takes notice of Cyno across the room.
There’s no look of disgust or contempt on his face—-he still appears as unbothered and passive as ever, which should be a reassuring sign for Cyno, but instead, he feels mortified.
It was easier to deal with this side of himself, when no one else knew, when it was just him, his makeup, and his pretty dresses by themselves.
But now Haitham knows—-is still staring at him, and he really really wants for the earth to open up and swallow him whole right now.
Imagine Cyno rushing home and tossing all his makeup and frilly clothes in a box that he buries deep in the closet, never bothering to touch it again after that night, until a couple days later, he comes home to a little present outside his door.
Inside was a white dress and some lip stick with a note attached, “You should dress up like that more often. You looked beautiful by the way”
I’m really loving my headcanon of Cyno being into dresses and wearing makeup. What if he also has a lingerie stash? Imagine Haitham taking his time picking out the nicest set, made out of the finest silk and lace to gift to Cyno.
It might be a little presumptuous of him to do that, given how they’re not together, but he couldn’t get the image of Cyno in a dress out of his head, and now he finds that he wants to keep buying him all the prettiest things to wear.
Cyno is little surprised at first. He doesn’t know how to feel about Haitham’s gift, and part of him thinks that he’s being made fun of, bc it’s only recently that they’ve gotten closer, and it’s mostly to do with their jobs being connected, than it is anything else.
They’re merely acquaintances at best and strangers at worst, so Cyno can’t help but to think that the sudden attention is both weird and out of character, especially when he’s being reminded of his secret, wrapped neatly in thin paper with a purple bow on top to boot.
It’s painfully suspicious, and if his gut instincts are anything to go by, then he’d prefer for Haitham to tell him to his face that his interests are unsightly, than to be given mixed signals made out of silk.
Cyno ends up taking the gift back to Haitham. It’s too expensive and he doesn’t like the idea of this man making fun of him, which is precisely what he says aloud—-just with more flowery language, as he hands over the box.
But Haitham was quick to stop his ire. “I didn’t buy these for you in jest. I just think you deserve the best, and was hoping that you’d accept my gesture.”
Cyno is too stunned for words. He fully intended on handing the dress over and leaving. It’s already stressful enough being the general, now he has to deal with knowing that his coworker is aware of his private interests.
But instead of disgust, Haitham sounds like he’s making a love confession, and it’s as baffling as it is unexpected. “You,” Cyno laughs, dryly, confusion clearly written across his face. “Do you like me?”
He doesn’t know what compelled him to ask that, and he was half hoping that Haitham would give him the usual dead fish look, but there’s none of that—-not even a hint of irritation on his face. Haitham just looks pensive.
“I thought that was pretty obvious.”
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