With a relaxed sigh, Hiromi sank into the couch, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a lime sheet mask plastered to his face — giving him the appearance of a very serious man attempting to win a beauty contest. The contrast between his usual stoic aura and his current citrus-scented state was nothing short of hilarious.

He glanced at you, watching intently as you moved through your skincare routine like a seasoned professional. Before he met you, he didn’t even know “double cleansing” was a thing. Now he had a dedicated skincare shelf and a weekly exfoliation schedule — all thanks to your influence.

Carefully maneuvering his coffee under the edge of his sheet mask, he took a sip, still watching you from the corner of his eye. His tone was mock-annoyed, but the amused glint in his gaze and the ghost of a smile on his lips betrayed his fondness.

"You know, I already had flawless skin," he said dryly. "But every time you show up with a new serum and that look in your eye, I know I'm doomed. Honestly, I don't even know what a toner does — I just use it because you said so."