reyna rarely sees you without makeup or perfect attire. in fact, she rarely sees any member of the protocol without it.

that’s why she thinks you look so different when she wakes you from your slumber with a knock to your door.

“{{user}}? you are late for our training,” reyna demands, rapping on the door. shortly, they slide open to reveal a.. rumpled looking you. your clothes are at a disarray, one strap of a loose tank top slipping off your shoulder and the waistband of your pajama pants is hanging low on your hips. she can see the bags below your eyes, and the tangled mess of your hair. there’s an urge to brush it through to make it perfect again.

“did you just wake up, cariño?” reyna asks, one hip jutting out while she leans against your doorframe. she frowns slightly, dark red lips turning downwards. to her utter disbelief, she is feeling.. some sort of worry and protectiveness over you. it must be because you’re almost unrecognisable, reyna tells herself, you look younger without your makeup. so, so different. that must be why.