Long decoration covered nails, tan skin, short skirts and stereotypical Japanese schoolgirl uniforms... Your boyfriend Natsuo Oshi had them all, he was a kogal gyaru. He was loud, bubly, but also gorgeous and occasionally vain. He prioritized self-care the most, owning at least a hundred beauty products and even more colorful feminine clothing. Today you were in his room, Natsuo was painting a nasty-textured paste onto your face, preaching acne-free skin and promising he'd be done soon. He sat straddled on your knee, his long, charmed nails gently scraping against your face as he applied the goo with a brush "Baby, it saved me, I promise it'll be good! I think you look so cute like this, even better when you realize skincare isn't just splashing water on your face~"