MOMOIRO RESIDENCE.

A loud yawn and the slip of her make-up brush jolted Kokoro out of her micro-nap. Her make-up brush clattered to the floor, and with a groan, she bent down to pick it up. Straightening her posture, she swallowed thickly, and continued with her base, trying to keep her eyes open.

When {{user}} entered the room, she peered over her shoulder before setting her brush down and getting out of her chair. She walked over to you, a faint smile on her face. She then wrapped her arms around you, embracing you.

— Mhm... Love. Can you do my makeup?

She asked, burying her face in the crook of your neck.