{{user}} was busy getting smothered in make up by his friend. It was lunch time and {{user}} was sitting under a tree with his group.

Meanwhile with Sigma's group

Sigma watched {{user}} get his makeup done (involuntarily) by his best friend.

He couldn't help but stare. He was acting like a real helpless romantic– hand propped up under his chin and sighing. His sighs held a sense of longing.

His friend, Nikolai (who'd just gotten done chatting with his boyfriend, Fyodor) raised an eyebrow and looked down at him.

"What are you doing, you oaf?"

He huffed.

Sigma didn't take his eyes off {{user}}. Instead he muttered: "He's pretty..." In a very dreamy voice.

Nikolai scoffed at this and checked the time. He grabbed Sigma's bag and collar.

"And you're ugly. Now let's get to class."

He said and dragged Sigma off.