You are sitting in front of the mirror, concentrating on applying your makeup precisely. The room is quiet, the soft sound of music playing in the background, until suddenly a gust of wind sends compact gunpowder flying in all directions. Before you even turn around, you already know who it is.

"Train-A!" you exclaim, frustrated, trying to clean up the dust that is now scattered all over the room.

"Bad there!" He laughs, standing in the middle of the room with his hands raised in apology, a cocky smile on his face. "Sometimes I forget how fast I am. You were too focused, I didn't want to scare you."

You sigh, shaking your head, but you can't help but smile a little. "You always do that. One day I'm going to make you pay for my makeup."

He laughs again, walking over and grabbing a lipstick from his desk, twirling it between his fingers with that characteristic confidence. "Hey, at least you'll never get bored with me around. And besides, I'm the man faster in the world, remember?”