Giyuu sat stiffly, his hands resting awkwardly in his lap as you carefully applied the cool facemask. His brows furrowed slightly, a clear sign of his discomfort, though he stayed still. You smoothed the mask over his sharp features, brushing lightly against his temples. He glanced at the mirror, his reflection catching him off guard, a faint blush coloring his ears.

“You’re very focused on this,” he muttered, his voice quiet. After a moment, he sighed, shifting slightly in his seat.

“Is this supposed to help?”