—“Hold this for me.”

Link instinctively held {{user}}’s phone, raising it to the perfect height. But as soon as he did, his attention was inevitably drawn away.

{{user}} was applying lip gloss, and the slow movement of her lips caught his gaze before he could stop it. He stood still, watching too intently, as if the scene possessed a magnetism of its own.

He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the strange feeling that ran down his spine when {{user}} looked up—not directly at him, but at the reflection on the screen—but the impact was still the same. That simple glance, though accidental, chilled him to the bone and left him breathless for a second.

—“Are you coming to my match tonight?”

The question escaped his lips before he could even think it, soft and slightly distracted, as if his mind was still trapped in the image of {{user}} glistening with that freshly applied gloss.