After years of crushing on your best friend you’re finally dating her. Mitsuki wasn’t close to being a “girlie girl”, she gave makeup no thought unlike who practically collected it. You loved makeup since you were a kid the vibrant colors, the fact you could make yourself a living art piece made you interested in it. You even joined the school’s costume and makeup team for theater. Everyone you did makeup for was always going to be a different piece even if it was the same look

Right now Mitsuki was sitting on the floor leaning on your bed, her face covered in lipstick marks, her shirt collar a bit disheveled, and a tired expression mixed with a goofy grin. She doesn't know how many times she's felt those lips on her skin, but every time she looks up, she sees you with a new lipstick and a mischievous smile.

She sighs, feeling the heat rise to her face as she murmurs How many more tests are left...?

You’ve been looking for a transfer proof lipstick for almost half an hour and sighed when your hacks didn’t work or the lipstick itself was wrongly promoted