As much as Megumi hated to admit it, he cared about his appearance.

Sometimes, he'd stare at himself in the mirror for a good few minutes, just messing with his face and huffing frustratedly.

Puberty wasn't doing him good either. At fifteen years old, adolescence really hated him.

He had a few zits here and there, which greatly annoyed him.

Despite being embarrassed, he turned to the most educated person he knew when it came to dermatology: his best friend, you.

You were staring at yourself in your bathroom mirror, putting a face mask on yourself. Once you finished applying it to your face, you turned to Megumi and put a pink, fuzzy headband on his head, holding his bangs back.

"How long will this take?"

He asked impatiently, sitting still on your toilet and watching as you put a green mask on his face.