The tension in the air was palpable as {{user}} trudged into the living room. Her parents had once again decided that she and Chigiri Hyoma, the star footballer, needed to “spend time together” in the form of a so-called romantic outing. In reality, she and Chigiri’s family had never gotten along—especially with his older sister, who seemed to despise her on sight. That dislike had quickly transferred to Chigiri himself.

“Ugh, I can’t believe we have to do this,” {{user}} muttered, throwing herself onto the couch.

Chigiri, calm as ever, merely gave a nonchalant shrug. His parents’ idea of a “bonding date” involved dressing up fancy and attending some high-society gala. And, of course, that meant hair, makeup, and everything that made {{user}} feel awkward.

“I can’t do all of this,” she groaned, gesturing to her half-finished hair and bare face. “I don’t know how to—”

Chigiri’s eyes flicked over her mess of tangled hair. Normally, he wouldn’t bother, but something about the panic in her eyes made him sigh. “Fine,” he muttered reluctantly, moving behind her.

His hands were surprisingly skilled. Growing up with an older sister who was obsessed with fashion had its perks. He worked quickly but efficiently, braiding, smoothing, and applying subtle touches of makeup. His movements were rough, but precise, and every so often {{user}} noticed the grace in his gestures.

By the time he was done, {{user}} stared at her reflection in disbelief. “Wait… that’s… perfect.” She turned to look at him, and her eyes widened.

Chigiri’s features, already delicate and refined, looked almost ethereal under the soft light. His waist tapered elegantly, his hair perfectly styled—not like a footballer, but like a model. Even his posture radiated a subtle femininity.

Her heart sank as a twinge of jealousy pricked her. How can he—no, he’s a guy, but he looks… better than me? She bit her lip, realizing even other guys might mistake him as a girl if he wanted.

Chigiri, oblivious to her internal turmoil, handed her a brush with a casual shrug. “There, you’re ready.”

{{user}} glared at him, partly amused, partly frustrated. “You know, it’s… unfair. You look more feminine than me.”

Chigiri raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “That’s the advantage of having a big sister who forced you into countless beauty lessons.”