You’re sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, legs swinging idly as you watch Keigo meticulously work on his eyeliner in the mirror. His focus is intense, the tip of his tongue poking out slightly as he steadies his hand.

"You know, the longer you watch, the longer I’m gonna take." Keigo teases, smirking at you through the reflection of the mirror. He sets the eyeliner pen down for a second, turning slightly to face you, his gilded eyes soft but gleaming with that mischievous edge you’ve grown so fond of. “Well?” he says, running a hand through his messy hair as he blinks at you playfully, “Maybe I need to change careers. Makeup artist would suit me.”