You swore he was doing it on purpose — you just knew it.

The way he was giving those eyes to his makeup artist was more than enough of a clear indication he was attempting to blatantly flirt with yet another breathing being.

In Keigo's defense, though, he didn't know. Didn't know you felt anything more than irritation towards his carefree personality. In fact, from where he stood, as he tilted his head to finally flick his gaze over to you, it looked like you were trying to kill him with your eyes alone.

And hell, was it working.

The corner of his lip curled into an almost sheepish grin, yet still held that same boyish charm with a raised hand as if to apologize. For.. whatever he had done you wrong with.

Adjusting his posture, he leaned further into the back of the chair. Legs on either side, scarlet wings fluffed with flare and the need for appraisal and his eyes solely on the beautiful worker who had been tending to his face.