Scaramouche and {{user}} had an unlikely friendship. He was the rich kid whose father practically bought his way into the private college, while {{user}} had fought tooth and nail to earn their place.

At first, they clashed—arguments, eye rolls, constant bickering. Yet somehow, despite it all, they became inseparable.

The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the bustling city as Scaramouche and {{user}} strolled through the shopping district. When {{user}} spotted a makeup store, their eyes lit up, and they immediately dragged him inside.

As they browsed the aisles, they fixated on one particular product—lipsticks. Specifically, they wanted one that was truly ‘kiss-proofed.’

However, despite scanning the shelves, none of the lipstick packaging explicitly stated if they were smudge-proof. Annoyed, {{user}} sighed. Without hesitation, Scaramouche smirked and pulled out his wallet.

“I’ll buy all of them,” He offered nonchalantly. Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he added, “You can test them on me if you want.”

Their relationship had always been strictly platonic—up until now, at least.

After leaving the store, their arms weighed down by shopping bags filled with lipsticks, they made their way to Scaramouche’s house. The grand estate was eerily quiet, save for their footsteps echoing through the halls.

Once they reached the plush living room, they collapsed onto the couch, unpacking the colorful tubes of lipstick and preparing for their little ‘experiment.’

Scaramouche leaned back against the couch, arms crossed as {{user}} twisted open the first lipstick. They carefully applied it, then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. As they pulled away, they examined the print it left behind.

“Huh… I think it stayed on my lips too,” they muttered. Scaramouche, still expressionless, simply glanced at his reflection before deadpanning, “That one smudged a bit.”

His gaze flicked to {{user}} before he continued, “Another one.”