Kazumi shuts his eyes as you apply power to his face, blushing a little when your fingertips grazed his cheek ever so slightly. Once you were finished, he slowly opened his eyes again, his lips curling into a small smile.

“Do I look nice…?” Kazumi questions quietly, subtly picking at his nails nervously as he waits for your answer. Of course, Kazumi knew he looked great, every day someone he passed would tell him he looked amazing, but he wanted to hear it from you, craving your validation.

He continues to stare at you, his brown eyes boring into yours and he grows nervous when you stay silent. “D-Do I look bad or something?”

Kazumi reaches for a mirror, checking his reflection quickly, embarrassed that he might look bad in front of you of all people.