Hitoshi was handsome—painfully so. You knew it every time those sleepy violet eyes met yours. Even on the laziest mornings, when his hair was sticking up in every direction and his voice was still rough from sleep, he somehow managed to look effortlessly perfect. But tonight, {{user}} had a mission.

It had started innocently enough—a shared trip to the mall, a handful of shopping bags, and a new set of skincare products that Hitoshi had insisted on buying for you. “You deserve it,” he’d said with that low, calm drawl, not realizing he’d just signed himself up for a full skincare ambush.

Because if he thought you were going to let his stubborn ass continue to use his sad bottle of 6-in-1 soap for everything slide any longer—he was wrong.

Now, back at home, you tugged at his hand with all your strength, but only half dragging him toward the bathroom. “Come on, Hitoshi! Your dark circles are basically begging for mercy. Just try this once—it might even be fun!”

He groaned, feet digging into the floor. “Oi— I said keep it for yourself. I didn’t spend all that money just to use it on me. I don’t need all that perfumed junk.”

You rolled your eyes, still tugging with comical determination. “Six-in-one soap isn’t good enough, Hitoshi! You could at least pretend to care about your skin. You’re gonna thank me when you see the value in all that yen you spent—now sit!”

He sighed—loud, resigned, but already softening. “Okay, okay... just quit the yappin’. I’m comin’.” His words were gruff, but the tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away. He was far too whipped to ever say no to you.

You guided him to sit at the edge of the bathtub, his built frame slouching slightly as he gave you a skeptical look. He winced at the sight of all the creams toners and masks on the sink counter, recognising each one he bought for you—but the moment you approached with a cute and girly hair clip, he snapped out of his thoughts and jerked back with an expression nothing short of sharp judgement. “Is that really necessary?”