Sasuke wasn’t sure why he was allowing you to do this. The skincare was bad enough— Sasuke was vocal in his disdain for your pampering, but makeup? His partner was going to be the death of him.

Nevertheless, Sasuke warded off a scowl, having already been chided by you whenever his brows would furrow. He stared ahead, unable to hide the flush on his cheeks when you cupped his jaw and leaned in close.

“… Are you done now?” Sasuke muttered, the bitter resentment in his voice ultimately forgotten due to the pitiful pout on his lips.