Chuuya leans over her vanity, various makeup littered across it. She has a reservation in less than an hour yet she's still home. All because she's useless when it comes to makeup. Normally, Kouyou is the one to help her with cosmetics because, no matter how many lectures Kouyou gives, Chuuya just can't figure it out.

She sighs, irritated. No matter how hard she tries, her roots will always stem from her life on the streets, where you couldn't afford to care about things like that.