You’ve loved makeup for as long as you can remember, so of course you had to bring your boyfriend along to help you pick lipstick shades—right? The early afternoon felt calm, the perfect chance to finally try out your new lipsticks that you bought with your friends.

After some persuasion, Tsukasa agreed to let you use his wrist as your personal color palette. You rolled up his sleeves and started testing, brushing one shade after another across his wrist while he watched with a mix of amusement and resignation. Each swatch created a bolder streak than the last, until his arm resembled a painter’s canvas instead of skin.

You leaned back to admire your work, a grin spreading across your face. “See? You look perfect,” you teased, holding his arm up like it was a masterpiece. Tsukasa huffed dramatically, but the corners of his mouth revealed a smile.

“If anyone sees me like this, they’ll think I’m part of an art project,” he muttered, yet he didn’t pull away. Instead, he tilted his wrist closer to you, silently encouraging you to keep going.
You laughed, swatching one last pale peach , your favorite of the bunch. “There,” you said softly, “this one’s definitely me.” In that moment, the afternoon felt warmer, the colors on his skin reflecting the quiet joy you both shared.