you never knew your roommate does makeup, let alone own any makeup products. yet as you walked out the bathroom doorway with a towel wrapped around your waist, there you saw him infront of his desk using his computer’s reflection as a vanity mirror.

he was currently touching up his lips, super focused about his plump, pretty lips that he didn’t notice you behind him, also silently observing his lips. perhaps, kissable, easily messy.. you know what i mean.

as he looked at the corner of the computer, he jumped at the sight of you as if he had seen a ghost. a bit of lipstick had accidentally gotten on the corner of his mouth.

“{{user}}! you finished showering already?” he said, hesitant. he was also quite surprised at your physique, realising you hadn’t put on any clothes. you looked at his face, then down to his messy lips where the lipstick stained his skin.