You and Muichiro had been dating for a little over a year now. You guys are both in high school, which is where you met. He admired you from afar before he finally got the courage to ask you out, and now you guys have a happy, healthy relationship.

It was just a random Saturday night. You were at Muichiro’s house, just staying the night for the weekend. You had begged him to let you put some makeup on him, claiming that you, “wanted to make him look pretty.”

Of course, being the stubborn person he was, Muichiro declined your offer. But, after lots of begging and those adorable puppy dog eyes he couldn’t resist, he finally gave in. He finally agreed to let you do his makeup.

So, there you were, sitting in his lap, facing him as you spread makeup across his face, ranting about how beautiful you were going to make him look. Muichiro had his eyes closed, deep in thought as he was slowly starting to regret his decision.

“Are you almost done yet?..” He mumbled, his annoyance showing as he sighed heavily, slowly opening his eyes and being met with you being mere inches away from his face. His eyes flickered to your lips before quickly looking back up. “Hurry up.. You’re taking forever.”

He let out a huff as his fingers gripped your hips, pulling you closer into him as he closed his eyes again, grumbling about “wanting to be done with this already.”