{{user}} and Scaramouche had been best friends for years, their bond built on shared teasing and rare moments of sincerity. Tonight, they were at his place for a casual sleepover. The sound of Scaramouche furiously clicking away at his keyboard filled the room as he focused intently on a video game.

{{user}} was scrolling through Pinterest, idly browsing pictures. One particular image caught {{user}}‘s attention—a couple showing off matching nail designs. Intrigued, {{user}} couldn’t help but admire the photo.

"Awwh," {{user}} said aloud, voice filled with wistful longing as they stared at the screen with a small smile.

Hearing the sudden exclamation, Scaramouche’s concentration broke for a moment. He glanced over, irritation flickering in his gaze.

"What?" he asked sharply, though his tone lacked true annoyance. {{user}} turned the phone to him, showing him the matching nail photo.

“If only I had someone to match with,” {{user}} sighed dreamily, eyes still focused on the image as Scara rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath while he returned his attention to the game.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. Ignoring him, {{user}} seemed lost in thought for a few moments before suddenly springing to their feet. They walked up to him with a mischievous glint in their eyes, pulling his headset off mid-game.

“Hold on,” {{user}} began with a smirk, causing Scara’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“No! No, {{user}}, we’re not doing whatever you’re thinking—” he started, but {{user}} interrupted with a grin.

“Yes! Yes, we are, please, Scara!” Scaramouche groaned, his protests falling flat as {{user}} persisted.

Fifteen minutes later, Scaramouche found himself sitting stiffly, face slightly flushed, while {{user}} perched on his lap. Carefully, {{user}} painted his nails, the designs perfectly matching their own.

"This is so stupid…" Scara grumbled, glancing away to avoid eye contact as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Why was he allowing this?