#going insane over basic anime boy no. 6308 WHWJWUESU

[scribs-dibs]

dan heng doesn't even realize how attractive he is. his eyes are so cool and calm, steady gaze enough to send shivers down your spine. it's unfair, really, because all he's doing is laying there.

his voice comes out with a genuine confusion weaved within, almost hesitant if not for its blunt edge, "...is this really necessary?"

yes, you insist, because all good partners take time to help their boyfriends with their makeup.

you straddle him, thighs on either side of his waist. he lies passively beneath, helpless to your little chirps of "please let me, dan heng? please?" as you concentrate on doing his makeup.

he doesn't wear a lot at all— just a bit of eyeliner that heightens the already sharp look of his eyes. you struggle to keep your hands steady when he looks like. well. like that, with a stare that does not look at, but through you, as if wanting to keep your every feature tucked away in the crooks in that mind of his. lips parted in his quiet fascination with you. breathing steady while his heart hammers loud in his ears. dan heng doesn't, and never will mean it, but you feel so small, even as you sit above him.

and it's so much worse because you need to push that dark hair of his –soft to the touch– up and out of his face to gain better access to him. the whole of his face is exposed. you try to concentrate on redoing that thin little line by the corner of his lashes, but it’s so hard when he's so pretty.

and his hand is idly tracing patterns into your thigh, the rough texture of callouses from his weapon certainly not helping with your already done-for focus, and his opposite one grazes up and up and up your arm until he grips your wrist, and—

"please don't poke my eye out."

and you want to hide. because being distracted by just him alone is too embarrassing to admit out loud.

"right. sorry."

den heng doesn't even realize how attractive he is. it could spell the end for you and for him.