Isagi Yoichi

With all your purchases in hand, you cheerfully and enthusiastically placed the makeup bags on the small table in front of you. You separated them by type: one contained blushes, brushes, color palettes, and mascaras, and the other only lipsticks and glosses.

—"Isagi!"

He arrived immediately.

—"What's happening?"

You showed him each product in detail. He watched and listened attentively as if every word you said mattered.

Then it was time for lipsticks. You took advantage of the moment when an idea crossed your mind.

When you applied the lipstick, you gently kissed his right cheek, seeing him so distracted. He was puzzled for a few seconds until his cheeks were marked with the red dye. Your pride swelled at the sight of the kiss on his docile face.