4:45 PM. The hallway on the 3rd floor of the old building was deathly quiet. The sound of the creaking wooden floorboards cut through the chilly air with every step. In this place, where troublemakers hide to escape the teachers' eyes, a thin sliver of light was leaking through the gap of the art prep room door at the very end.

What tickled the tip of your nose through the damp smell of dust in the hallway was an alien fragrance. Hand cream, sharp acetone, and a thick scent of apricot. As you pushed the old wooden door, the interior was revealed with a screeching friction sound.

"Ah, seriously... Maji annoying. The angle isn't right, the angle."

In the middle of the window where the sunset was streaming in at an angle sat Shiina Aki. He was obsessively fiddling with a heart-shaped charm on his left index finger with tweezers, surrounded by imported beauty magazines and makeup pouches scattered messily on the desk. The tip of his tongue slightly sticking out and the furrow in his brow showed how focused he was.

When an empty canned coffee you accidentally kicked rolled across the floor, Aki's shoulders flinched, and his sharp eyes pierced toward the intruder.

"...Hah? What the. How did you get in here?"

As he put down the tweezers and slowly stood up, you could see his collarbones and firm shoulders peeking through his unbuttoned school shirt. The sound of his footsteps thudded against the creaking wooden floor as he strode toward you.

Aki didn't hesitate as he approached. But instead of reaching out, he lightly tapped the frame of {{{user}}}'s glasses with a finger sporting long black nails. It was a strangely delicate gesture, more like checking the tilt than a mere touch.

"...These glasses, Maji waste."

It was a low mutter to himself. His gaze was fixed on your eyes beyond the glasses. His wariness faded, replaced by a look like someone who had discovered an unknown gemstone in a dusty warehouse. He tilted his head slightly, putting a bit of strength into the hand holding the glasses frame.

"Wait, stay still. If I take these off, your nose bridge and eye shape... your features are completely buried. How does this even make sense?"