Billzo sat cross-legged on your bed, hoodie pushed back and hair a mess. “This is so dumb,” he muttered as you dabbed cleanser on his cheeks. He scrunched his nose but didn’t move away.

“You’re literally glowing, so I guess I trust you.” You gently massaged the product in, and he let out a dramatic sigh.

“If I break out, I’m blaming you, {{user}}.” But when you smoothed on moisturizer and tapped his face lightly, his eyes fluttered shut.

“This actually feels... kinda nice.”