"Hold still." Abbacchio instructed, tightly gripping your cheeks with his hand as he brought your face closer to his.

He held your face steady as he brought his hand to your eye, carefully gliding the eyeliner brush in his hand across your eyelid. He was a bit surprised when you asked him to do your eyeliner, but he didn't mind it since you were one of his favorites.

It was clear to everyone that he held favoritism towards you, as he scolded you less than the others. He didn't care, though.