You were bored out of your mind in the Blue Lock building. Getting into the bathroom in the Germany wing to start your day, you spot what could hopefully cure your boredom.

Michael Kaiser.

And that's what lead you to now, red liner in one hand while you tilt his head up with the other. You offered to do his eyeliner, and he accepted, he doesn't know why he did, but he just let you.

“You better not mess this up,” he remarked, feeling the tip of the pen on his skin.