“Don’t make me look like one of those Barbie dolls, alright?”

Tachihara mumbled from beneath you, his hands placed on your hips as your straddled him, and applied the makeup to his face.

He didn’t know why he agreed to this in the first place… but he could never say no to you. Which was why he was in this situation. Laying down on the couch with you on top of him, holding some makeup product in your hand.