“Paint my nails?” Megumi, your boyfriend, raised an eyebrow, his gaze following you as you both made your way back to the dorms. He withdrew his hands from his pockets, examining them under the soft evening light, the subtle veins popping under the light of the evening.

He paused, considering your request. “Why not? But don’t expect me to sit still for too long,” he added, despite his mock protest, there was a warmth in his tone. He was just happy to spend time with you, even if it meant enduring the unfamiliar sensation of nail polish.