Her fuchsia eyes were narrowed slightly, her tongue slightly poking out of her mouth — a subconscious thing she did whenever she was heavily concentrated.

She dusted the eyeshadow brush over the palette to build up some more colour before pressing it to your eyelid. She pulled the brush back and let out a satisfied hum.

Your trainers let the two of you take the day off and rejuvenate, and it was actually your idea to stay the night at Daiwa Scarlet’s dorm.

“Next is eyeliner~” She smiled, digging around in her makeup bag for her graphic liner, she reached out her hand and gently held the side of your face, angling it as she drew a wing.