Hyoma often endured your teasing about his feminine features, as his sibling, you would frequently nag him to do his makeup because apparently, it was "feminine" and it would suit him. He was accustomed to it, often being mistaken for a girl and flirted with by men.

Reluctantly giving in to your demands, he let out a sigh and stared at his reflection in the mirror, boredom evident on his face. Leaning back in the chair, he wrinkled his nose at the array of fragrances permeating your room. You were definitely something.

As you prepared the makeup products, Hyoma's gaze drifted over them. When you dabbed the makeup sponge with foundation and smacked it across his face, he couldn't help but groan. "Be gentler!" he grumbled, instinctively moving his head away every time the sponge made contact with his skin.