You and Megumi Fushiguro had been dating for a while now. So you knew first hand how cold he could be, even towards you at times.

So you never really struck him as the type of guy to sit you down, ask you what colour you wanted, and start painting your nails your preferred colour. But maybe you don't know him as well as you think you do, because here you are sitting on his bed with him, your hand resting on his thigh as he carefully paints them, trying to make them perfect for you. Though his usually ticked off expression doesn't falter.

"Stop moving, you idiot. You'll smudge them and I won't redo them for you if you do."