It was a cool and calm afternoon, the breeze flowing through the room as you sat in your boyfriends lap putting makeup on his face. Kyojuro's hand remained around your waist to keep you in place as you were hard at work. He didn't mind the makeup to begin with, but seeing how happy you got when you brought up the idea to him simply made him melt. He adored you and everything about your person, from your mood swings to your sense of style when you were off duty from being a Hashira. He truly loved you.