A/N: This is dedicated to one of my Twitter friends! Her username is @/iam_seethrough and she is one of the kindest people I know! I hope you like this, Noa!!!

(WARNING: Anxiety and panic attacks are mentioned in here a bit.)

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If you were to use one word to describe Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi, it will be impossible because you would not just use one.

Kind, versatile, sweet, wise, and the list just goes on. He offers advice to everyone he knows and loves. He makes sure that everybody is comfortable with who they are while making sure that he felt comfortable with who he is. He refused to let people change his mind with everything he stood by. He always pointed out if one was judgmental and made sure he gave his thoughts on the subject.

Another word that fans of Pentatonix agreed to use for him is beautiful. With brown eyes with golden specks that made them warm and inviting, hair that swept over his forehead, dimples that stood out whenever he smiled, and a smile that made everyone's heart slow down or speed up, he is the epitome of beauty.

His outward appearance is not the only thing that showcases his beauty. His personality did too. He had the personality people seemed to lack these days. His kindness and big heart has helped many people through hard times. He struggled with anxiety and panic attacks and offers words of advice to his fans that helped with anxiety. His words of advice were and are not meaningless. He was one that if he were pointed out on something he said or did, then he would apologize and remembered to not let it happen again.

His beauty, both inside and out, showed who he truly is. He knows of his beauty and even though he is not one to shove that fact in people's faces, he loves to make himself beautiful by wearing makeup.

People, however, think differently.

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"Where's my makeup?" Mitch whispered to himself as he looked around his bedroom. Pentatonix is performing tonight at some prestigious event and he wants to look his best. He let out a exasperated sigh and crossed his arms. "Where is that dumb bag?"

"Right here," Scott answered as he walked into Mitch's room. The tenor turned around to see that his childhood friend is holding a pink makeup bag with an sparkly M on it and Mitch took it back thankfully. "You should put on your blush today. It makes you look amazing like always."

"Why do you think I put it on?" Mitch asked in a sassy tone. He laughed when Scott filled his eyes playfully and he began to apply his makeup. "I'm running out of concealer. I need to get some from Candice."

"Just don't take it from her without asking. Remember last time?" Scott asked, the both of them shuddering. They didn't know how scary Candice could get until a concealer was taken away. "I'm ready when you are."

"Hold on. You're so annoying," Mitch demanded, shaking his head. Scott laughed at Mitch's demands and then left. "Don't leave me!"

"You can't tell me what to do," the tall blond yelled back. He went back to the room anyways, smiling at his friend. "I'm back."

Mitch chuckled as he put on his favorite nude lipstick. He examined his face once more and smiled when everything looked perfect. He then turned around and went to the door, looking up at Scott.

"Now I'm ready."

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Kirstin smiled when she noticed Scott and Mitch walk in, swaying their hips. She laughed at their usual antics and hugged them, breathing heavily. She then looked at Mitch, examining his face over and over.

"Is there something on my face?" Mitch asked alarmingly. He then looked a nearby mirror to check himself. Nothing looked wrong as usual. "Nothing's wrong."

"I know," Kirstin defended, hoping that she didn't say anything wrong. She then put her hand on Mitch's face sighing heavily. "It's just..."

"What?" Mitch asked, not liking how weird Kirstin was acting. "Just tell me."

"Mitch, you are one of the most beautiful people I know, inside and out," Kirstin began, putting her hand down. Mitch smiled a bit to show that he knew this but blushed a little bit because of the compliment. "You always have been. There's just one thing that's been bothering me."

"What is it?" Mitch asked, trying to figure out why Kirstin was saying this. Scott shrugged his shoulders, just as confused Mitch is. "Do I need to change it?"

"You don't have to, but it'll be nice if you don't do it all the time," Kirstin replied, her hazel eyes interlocking with Mitch's brown ones. She took a deep breath, ready to say what she has been thinking for the longest time. "I prefer your natural beauty over your 'makeup beauty'."

"Excuse me?" Mitch asked right away, crossing his arms. Kirstin tried to defend herself, but Mitch shook his head. "Shut up, Kirstin. I do what I want."

"Mitchy, you're still beautiful with makeup," Kirstin backed, causing Mitch to roll his eyes. She sighed deeply, feeling sorry for what she said. "I'm sorry, okay? I just thought it will be okay to tell you how I feel."

"It's okay, Kirst," Mitch replied, smiling a bit. "I like wearing makeup because it makes feel beautiful. Without it, I'm still beautiful. With it, I'm still beautiful."

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As Mitch went to the bathroom to wash off his makeup, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful he is. He knew about this multiple times, but right now seemed like a moment when be realized that rose or even a sunset cannot even compare to his beauty. He smiled at himself, wiping the makeup off slowly, appreciating how every layer of makeup he applied on himself made him beautiful. When he finished, he looked over his face to make sure that there was no makeup that was smudged. He then turned off the bathroom lights, feeling somewhat accomplished. When he went into bed, he couldn't help but whisper to himself:

"I'm beautiful anyway."

And he couldn't be more true.

A/N: Mitch is beautiful, isn't he? I love him so much.:) Every description I put at the beginning is how I feel about him. I'm quite descriptive when it comes to someone I love, lol. Well, I hope that you all enjoyed it and I love all of you so much.:)

-Maddie🐧🐧🐧