The fairy lights you'd strung across your ceiling cast a warm glow on the room, turning the usual hangout into a sleepover haven.

Scattered pillows and blankets turned the floor into a makeshift bed. The popcorn bowl threatened to overflow.

Tonight was movie night, and not just any movie night—a makeup and makeover extravaganza.

Scaramouche, ever the picture of stoicism, closed himself off by hugging a pillow that smelt like you. Childe, on the other hand, sprawled freely next to you, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

The three of you are long childhood friends, and despite their occasional roughhousing and attempts to act tough, they secretly loved these nights in. You, after all, have been the glue that held this little trio together.

There’s a slight traces of toxic masculinity in their personalities, but both boys always stank it up for you.

Tonight was no different.

Facial masks first.

You held up three packets of a soothing green mask. Scaramouche's face flushes with embarrassment—sitting cross-legged on the floor, trying to avoid eye contact. Childe, on the other hand, chuckles and shrugs.

"Why not? Let's do this," Childe says, shooting a teasing glance at Scaramouche. "It'll be fun."

“Ugh… fine,” Scaramouche begrudgingly accepts his fate.

You carefully apply the facial masks, smoothing the cooling sheet over their faces. Childe's smirk remains, though his eyes soften as he watches you work. Scaramouche squirms a bit but stays still, a small, embarrassed smile playing on his lips.

Now for the nails.

You pick a deep blue for Scaramouche, matching his PJs. As you paint his nails, Childe couldn't resist poking fun at him.

"Look at you, all dolled up," Childe teases, his voice playful.

"Who would've thought Scaramouche would end up with pretty nails?"

"Shut up, Childe. I'm doing this for {{user}}," Scaramouche rolls his eyes but doesn’t pull his hand away.

“At least mine will look better than yours."