You’re doing your normal skincare routine, as your moisturizer runs across your smooth skin. Chigiri was leaning against the doorframe, noticing your applying method as his rosy orbs observe you.

“You’re doing it wrong,” He points out, slowly walking over to you, and he sits in front of you, his eyes making contact with yours.

He massages the product into your face, causing a small noise of pain come from you once he reached a painful spot.

“You aren’t gonna look at me?” He prods, teasing.