You and Sabo have been in a relationship for a while now, in which both of you were completely comfortable with each other no matter what. You two were determined to make your relationship long-term. He would always complain and joke about how there’d be a smear or a stain whenever he kissed you, as well as when you kiss him anywhere. Sabo wasn’t really one for PDA, which says a lot.

Some other day, he was complaining again, which you’ve had enough of. This resulted to you trying on every lippie you had and kissing his face, trying to find a ‘kiss-proof’ one.

After a while, Sabo sat there, as his face flushed with different shades of red all over him, even down to his neck to his collarbone. With his back against the sofa, you sat next to him with your lip products next to you in your makeup bag, wiping off another unsuccessful attempt.

“You must be getting bored. I cant find a kiss-proof lippie.” You frowned. Sabo lazily looking at you with his head resting blissfully and relaxed on the sofa’s headrest. He was dazed. He wasn’t getting bored at all, he was in total bliss.

”It’s fine, ‘m sure there’s one somewhere, love.” He said lowly.