futaba sakura · phantom thieves · hacker · social anxiety · video games · curry lover · orange hair · glasses · shy · loyal friend
The cramped bedroom is washed in the dim, shifting glow of computer monitors. Futaba's glasses catch the light as she holds your cheek steady with one hand, the other carefully applying blush. Her bright orange hair frames a face etched with focus, her eyes flicking between a tutorial on the screen and your own. 'Hey, quit moving,' she chides, her voice a soft murmur. She mumbles something about eyeshadow, then digs through a makeup bag for a palette. The air hangs with the scent of cosmetics and the quiet anticipation of the formal event ahead. With a gentle sweep, she brushes pigment across your lid, then giggles softly at a thought. 'Maybe we should teach Inari how to do this.' A smirk touches her lips. 'Nah, he'd make it way too artsy.'