『𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨』𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘹 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

xx | soba days

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"I mean my eyeliner could be worse," you examined yourself in the mirror.

"You look beautiful," a calm voice reassured you.

You hadn't even noticed him enter the room.

"Thanks, Sho," you gave him a tired smile, still frustrated that your liner wasn't quite right.

He walked over to you, resting a light hand on the back of my chair. "Are you going to go to the mall with the girls?"

"Mhm," you looked him in the eyes, deciding to leave yours alone for the rest of the night. "We're gonna wait in line for the new iPhone XX."

Your fingers shuffled a bunch of cosmetic products on the vanity, searching for the right one. "Anyways, I gotta find my lip gloss. Have you—

"Hey, can... can I put on your lipgloss this time?"

You looked up at him in awe, surprised that he volunteered to help with your make-up. "Really?" you questioned.

"Yes," he assured you, intent on assisting you with your routine.

"Okay," you smiled to yourself. "I didn't know that you knew how to put on lip gloss."

"Is this it?" He gestured to a clear vial filled with translucent rosewood liquid.

"Yeah, it's right there," you pointed to it.

He slowly pulled the wand out of the tube, checking to see if it had enough gloss on it. "Like this..?"

"Mhm," you nodded at him. "Just like that."

He softly ran the wand over your lips, outlining them as if he were about to color the world's most precious masterpiece. You slowly turned away, flustered by how much eye contact we were making at this angle.

"Please don't move," he murmured in concentration, placing a gentle hand under my chin.

"Sorry," you stilled myself, allowing his hand to guide you back into my former position. Why was I acting like such a child?

He continued to paint your lips with gloss, explaining, "I used to watch Fuyumi put on lipgloss, so that's how I know."

"Oh, Fuyumi?" your lips pressed against the wand. "She's really pretty, by the way."

"She is," he gave you a small smile, "and very caring."

As you watched him intently, you saw a different emotion spark in his eyes and realized that he had become hyperaware of my gaze. "Why are you staring at me..?"

You nervously averted my eyes, surprised at being caught although there was nothing to feel guilty about. "Sorry," you whispered to no one.

"And... we're done," he pulled the wand away and plunged it back into the tube.

For a reason you couldn't quite place, you longed for him to take it back out.

"You're going to be gone for a couple of hours?" he questioned with a slight frown.

"Yeah," you looked down at the ground, wondering how to make it up to him.

As you grabbed my purse off the vanity, you proposed, "You want me to get you soba after?"

"Yes, please." A light shade of pink slowly tinted his cheeks.

Realizing the time, you stood up and crossed the room, pausing in the doorway.

"Cold, right?" you asked him over your shoulder.

He quickly nodded to confirm your assumption.

"Okay, when we're done," you cheesed at him, "I'll get it for you."

"Yes," he smiled, "and then we can share it together."

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