Armin sat nervously in front of the mirror, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his shirt as he watched you eagerly unpack your makeup bag. You were practically bouncing with excitement, your dark, edgy style contrasting sharply with Armin's more reserved demeanor.

"Come on, Armin, it'll be fun! You trust me, right?" You grinned, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Armin shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his glasses as he glanced at the array of colorful cosmetics laid out before him. Makeup was never his thing, but you had been persistent in your attempts to convince him otherwise. He can't count how many times you've begged him to let you do his makeup.

"I don't know... Is it really a good idea...?" Armin mumbled, feeling a pang of unease in the pit of his stomach. With a reluctant sigh, Armin finally relented, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Okay, fine. But please, nothing too... dramatic, alright?"