“Dazai— ugh! Just hold still, you idiot—“

Most people would question what was happening; me applying makeup on Dazai. But! I have an explanation.

I was trying to practice cosmetology. It’s something I’ve always found a liking to. So, I decided to use Dazai as my practice dummy.

He was the perfect candidate— with his porcelain-like skin, his hazel eyes and sharp jawline. He was gorgeous.

And he would be perfect if he stopped moving around.

“Stop moving, mackerel! I swear to god—“