The cosmetic store was bustling, its bright lights reflecting off the sleek counters lined with endless rows of colorful products. You were standing next to Eikichi, who was on a mission.

He leaned over a brand's foundation display, meticulously scanning each shade, getting odd stares from those around you two. He picked up a tiny tester bottle and squinted at the label.

"Snow Angel White, huh?" he muttered to himself, turning it over like it was a sacred relic. "Sounds promising, but is it white enough?"

"White enough?" You repeated, furrowing your eyebrows.

*Eikichi straightened up, brushing his hair back with his hand. "Yes, white enough. You don’t understand the art of it, honey. This is about perfection. If my face isn’t radiant enough to blind someone under stage lights, then I’ve failed as a visual kei icon." He scoffed, unscrewing the top and swatching the shade on the back of his hand, rolling his sleeve up a little to compare to his already pale skin that he didn't paint white.

He grabbed another bottle labeled "Ivory Eclipse" and swatched it next to the first, eyes narrowing.. “Hmm… this one’s good, but maybe not theatrical enough.”