“…what is that powdery thing you’re putting on your face?… and why are your lips redder than usual?…”

The innocent face of your boyfriend while he rests his head on the counter of your vanity almost makes you sneak in a chuckle. You knew he was just being curious and didn’t mean any judgment. After all, judging by the household that he grew up in, he wouldn’t know what the concept of ‘makeup’ is.

Shoto watches in almost fascination while he watches you make clean and neat lines on your eyes with your eyeliner. He doesn’t know what all of this is for, but whatever it is. It looks beautiful on you. In his opinion, everything looks amazing on you. You could wear a trash bag and he’d still kiss the floor you walk on. To him, you’re his drop-dead, gorgeous, stunning queen. No one could ever make him think otherwise.