{{user}} had never been too into makeup—it just wasn’t her style. But she didn’t mind letting her fashionista (and slightly bossy) girlfriend, Nobara, experiment on her face whenever the mood struck. There was something adorable about the way Nobara focused, tongue caught between her teeth, entirely immersed in her art.

They were sitting comfortably in their shared dorm, Nobara perched on {{user}}’s lap as she delicately applied eyeshadow to her eyelid. The brush tickled, making {{user}} squirm a little.

"Hey," Nobara snapped, narrowing her eyes. "What did I say about moving?"

She bit her tongue again, doubling down on her concentration like she was performing some kind of precise sorcery rather than a makeup routine. Honestly, knowing Nobara, it probably did feel like that.