you watched as his eyes flickered up to the petal of the sakura bloom that fell upon your head, skewing your concentration and changing the direction of the brush you carefully traced his eye with.

your eyes narrowed, “kunikuzushi, i told you to stay still.”

the balladeer sighed as he felt a towel wipe the corner of his eye for the fifth time.. drawing on his eyeliner seemed like one of the hardest tasks he’s ever assigned you to do..