Choso freezes, taking in the makeup you messily applied to your face.

"{{user}}..."

He trails off, his eyes flickering from the black eyeliner that stretches across your nose and cheeks, the maroon eyeshadow around your eyes.

"Is... Are you... me?"

His voice breaks up slightly, his hands hiding his cheeks and mouth as he stares down at you with an overwhelmingly affectionate gaze.