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Soraru's Diary - Entry #4

Date: 8th February 2017.

Weather: Meh.

"Mafu, hurry up," I urged, getting even more impatient as the clock continued ticking.

"Just a little bit more!"

"You've been saying that for the past thirty minutes!"

What a good way to start the morning with a fight with no one other than Mafumafu-san. He had been making me, a good boyfriend, wait for him to fix his eyebrows in front of the mirror for a good whole hour, and still counting.

He put down his makeup pen (whatever it's called, I don't know makeup), and picked up another pen. To be honest, what was with all these pens? They all looked the same to me. I scratched my head as I annoyed myself with questions like this.

"Soraru-san, come here!"

I stopped, and looked over at him as he waved his hands at me. I walked over to him, he gestured for me to sit so I did as I was told. Before I realised what was going to happen to me, he put a band over my head, pushing my bangs off my face.

"What in the actual world are you doing to me?" I inquired as I stared at the cat earred hair band over my head in the mirror, frowning at the ugly sight of it. Though Mafu seemed to think the other way round from the looks of his face. I sighed.

"Don't say it as if I'm going to do something bad to you!"

I cocked a brow at him, received a punch from it. Bad idea.

"We're going to meet my parents, you've gotta look your best, right?"

"And because we're going to meet your parents, the more the reason why we shouldn't be late," I reasoned with him as I tried to take the band off but he stopped me. "I don't want your mother to have the impression of me being not punctual to dinners like these,"

"She wouldn't, Soraru-san!" he said, not looking at me as he was rummaging for various other pens and brushes, makeup palettes and weird looking sponges. He found what he was looking for, and squeezed some of those questionable liquid that was the colour of my skin tone, out of the bottle on his finger before he dipped it on both sides of my cheeks then on my chin, and forehead. "She isn't someone like that, so don't worry,"

It was not my first time having someone do makeup on me, but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when there was something on my face. Mafu reached out to me with a sponge in between his fingers, I immediately dodged it on reflex, and he pinched me for it because I wasn't being good. It hurt a lot so I tried to keep still as he spread out the thick liquid evenly on my face.

"Even if your mother doesn't mind, it doesn't mean that your father wouldn't," I tried my luck again, in hope of getting away from this whole makeup thing. I just sat there and watch Mafu dab the sponge on me, then slowly spread the liquid down my neck. He said it was to help blend it properly with my skin tone. To be honest, it wasn't really a bad thing having Mafu do makeup on me because I get to stare at him unconditionally without him going 'Stop it, Soraru-san!'.

"Mm... Come to think of it, my father might," he replied while putting some sort of powder on me with another sponge (Heavens, so many different sponges). I stared at him in disbelief, I couldn't possibly allow his father to think badly of me because he was the person I would have to ask for Mafu's hand in marriage. No, I couldn't keep this up, I said to myself, and attempted to take off the hairband again. "I'm going to get mad if you continue moving like that, Soraru-san!"

Well, there goes my dream of marrying Mafu. I sat there, feeling despair seep into my skin, into my bones, while Mafu continued doing his thing. Don't get me wrong, Mafu is extremely adorable when he's angry and all (which is why I always tease him), but we were going to meet his parents. If he had that look on his face, his parents might think that I've mistreated his son or something. That was even more of a no-go.

"Close your eyes, Soraru-san,"

I did and felt the tip of one of his pens poking at the skin over my eyeball. Heavens, how do people do makeup everyday? I frowned at the contact, this seemed to have taken me to my limits. What surprised me was that I felt Mafu's thumb caressing me gently in between my brows.

"It's only going to take a while," he said softly.

He continued drawing lines carefully on my eyes, and then all of a sudden the tip of the pen was not there anymore. I didn't know if it was okay to open my eyes, so I kept them closed. It was then when I felt Mafu's lips on mine. It was a quick peck but it was enough to know just what Mafu did to me.

I finally opened my eyes, and he was covering his face behind his sleeves. It was, however, not enough to cover his reddened ears. He's adorable when he's blushing too. How I just want to ditch dinner right now so that I could stay home and have him all to myself. I reached out, grabbed him by the hand so that I could move it away from his face.

"Mafu, look at me,"

"... No,"

With a little force, I easily moved one of Mafu's hands out of the way, and snatched a kiss on his cheeks before he could shield himself up again. "Ah, no, erm," was all he managed as I watched him stumbled for words. I loved watching him fluster like this. It only increases the urge in him to kiss him again.

"Mafu,"

"No..." I saw him flinch. He says that but still shifts his sleeves down, exposing only his teary eyes. Without being able to restrain myself, I leaned in and kissed him between his brows. How cute can my angel be? The answer is indefinite. I scattered kisses on him until he allows me access to his lips. It seemed he was already waiting for it because he responded really quickly to me.

I broke it off, and stuck my forehead against his. He squeezed his eyes shut from the contact then quickly opened them back as he looked me back in the eyes. I couldn't help but drop a few more kisses on him before I let him talk.

"Because Soraru-san was really cute... I couldn't help myself..." he sounded like a child who did something wrong.

Since when have Soraru-san tried being cute? I don't understand. 

"Have you reflected on it?"

I felt Mafu's head move as he tried to nod. I then pecked him gently on the lips again before I said, "Good boy,"

"... We're going to be late if you keep doing that..." he said, pushing my face away. I grabbed hold of his hand in mine, and planted kisses into his palm. It was fun watching him blush madly at things I do to him almost daily but he was right, I should stop.

I met his parents afterwards. Good thing we were able to be there on time. They were good people, even asked me to stop by their house one day. And I was apparently required to ask Mafu's brother for permission to marry Mafu, and he isn't an easy one to deal with. I hope luck is with me.

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A/N: I was staring at Mafu's makeup as I suddenly thought of how I could use this as a writing material. Hi.