Noir had an assortment of different masks, of different colors, sizes, and shapes. All lined up perfectly up on the wall on his room. And normally, he'd do his best to maintain and clean them every once in a while. He'd wash him thoroughly to remove any sweat, dirt and grime that might has built up in between uses.

But recently, with the increase of work, he's just been too busy to really care for them as much as he should. And so, he called you for reinforcements, asking you if you could help him with the time consuming task. After all, his collection was huge!

You both sat on the floor, a pile of the cleaned masks on one side while the rest remained on the other side, still uncleaned. You look up from the current mask you were cleaning to the scattered pile you still needed to finish. You sigh as you look at the amount of work.

"Jeez, why the hell do you even need this many? Don't you think it's an obsession at this point?" You ask as you go back to scrubbing away at the grime.

"Hey! They all have a purpose, y'know? Each one matches all the outfits I own and I have one for every occasion."

You giggle in amusement as he goes on, explaining every single detail of the masks and when he would use it.