The liquid of the makeup remover slides over the curves of your facial features, the soft cotton helping reveal exactly the acne that you had tried so desperately to conceal.

“You shouldn’t hide it, you know?” His voice breaks the silence, echoing throughout the room, and throughout your head. You had hoped he wouldn’t say anything, the endless possibilities of what he could say running wild in your mind. Still, you hadn’t expected this.

Tachihara stood up from whence he had occupied, shifting across the floor until he had reached you; only to kneel beside you on the floor, eye level. The close proximity was almost enough to drag a gasp from you.

It was maddening — to have the object of your desires settle so close. Silent again, he solely stares at your face; his eyes scanning every feature and his gaze burning like hellfire. You wanted to shy away, but his words leave you frozen still.

“I think it’s beautiful,” His voice was quiet and personal, his honest words painful to your notion of shame. “All I see are perfect constellations.”