#kyaaaaa

"you wanna paint your nails too?"

touya's gaze widens a fraction in surprise, the smudged coal lining his sapphire eyes doing nothing to conceal the slight hint of interest in them as he scoffs

"no. 's stupid... doesn't nail polish fade in like a week max, anyway?" he drawls, swiveling his chair to face you with a skeptical look as you shrug, picking up a detail brush to paint a small flower on your pointer finger instead

"sure. but it's still pretty. a bit of customization if you will, mr. todoroki." you tease, and touya rolls his eyes before pulling himself out of his chair and sitting beside you on the ground

"if you wanna do some real customization, you should get a piercing like me." he teases, sticking out his tongue for a moment to show off the glittering barbell—a new addition to his list of piercings—lying on the curve of his tongue. you roll your eyes with a grin and gently nudge his shoulder

"come on, i have so many colors you can pick from! why don't you give it a try?" you pry, and touya lets out a huff before his eyes zero in on all of the small bottles laying beside you. he tilts his head as he inspects them closely, a lock of ivory hair falling in front of his eyes before he moves back

"fine. gimme the same one you were using." he murmurs, rolling up the sleeve of his hoodie as your eyes widen

"you wanna match with me?! yay!" you squeal, immediately reaching for his hand and pulling it into your lap as he lets out a yelp of surprise

"watch it! and we are not matching. it's just... the least mediocre color i see." he grumbles, face warm as he watches you carefully cradle his hand

"right. stay still now, okay?" you say, and touya nods his head with narrowed eyes, watching closely as you apply the polish to his fingernails. your hand is warm and steady, and you apply the glittering blue color with surprising precision

touya tries not to squirm every time your fingers brush over his knuckles or wrist, but each time you do, it feels like he's getting zapped by some invisible force

"—touya! you almost made me mess up again! no more moving." you scold, tightening your grip on his wrist once more as you work on painting his last fingernail

"you're cutting off all my blood circulation with how tight you're holding me!" he groans, head falling back with the column of his throat facing the ceiling as you shake your head with a laugh

"anddd there. all done!"

he moves to look down at his hands a moment later, blinking slowly as he stares at them quietly. he flexes his fingers too before letting out a low hum

"they don't look that bad." he murmurs, and from touya, that basically meant he loved them.

you let out a squeal, kneeling behind him to wrap your arms around his shoulders in a hug as you rest your cheek against the top of his head

"i knew you'd like em! and we're matching nail colors... that basically means were soulmates, touya." you say all matter-of-factly, and he seems to choke on air as he whips around to meet your gaze with comically wide eyes

"does not!" he protests

you giggle, moving forward to ruffle his hair as he ducks away

"touyaaa, your ears are red. ya'know what that means. you're lying," you tease with a grin, and the only response he can muster is an embarrassed huff and a weak shut up from underneath his breath

"alright, fine! they look nice. and i guess i like the color." he grumbles, almost as if the fact was painful to admit, and you beam brightly before gently knocking your shoulder against his own

"you can paint my nails next time if you want!" you offer, and his eyes flit to yours hesitantly at your words

the way you had held his hand while painting his nails felt oddly... intimate. you'd been sitting so close to him too, close enough where he could smell the soft fragrance of your shampoo and see the flutter of your lashes with each passing moment. your hold was warm, comforting in a way that felt just like home—

so, touya decides, he supposes he wouldn't be against painting your nails sometime too.

he shrugs casually, as if pondering your question before turning to you with a smirk

"since you've already painted your fingernails, how about i paint your toes for you?" he questions, and you gasp before poking his stomach with a sock-clad foot and a burst of laughter

Shawn: cya!

Lassie: *out loud to the whole station* kya?!