You giggled while swinging your legs back and forth, giddily. From your place seated on top of a desk, you watched your friend Kankuro fiddle with his puppets through chakra strings.

"Kuro-kun, I want you to do my makeup." You whined to your ventriloquist.

This was something you've requested from Kankuro for years on a daily basis. You loved the way he painted his face; especially because of the color he chose. Purple has been your favorite color since you were a child, and the fact that Kankuro donned it in his clothing and on his face is how you became friendly with him. In fact your introduction began with the exact words of "I like your face, you're my best friend now." This was several years ago and even though Kankuro can be very distant and easily annoyed, he still gladly accepted the friendship, obviously not knowing what was in store for him.

"But {Name}" he complained "I painted your face yesterday."

"But I wanna match!" You protested.

It was true, you were one of those friends that just loved to match the other. You had already made your own cat ear hood and would always wear the same clothing as Kankuro, but your favorite attire was the makeup. You felt it completely made the outfit.

Secretly Kankuro found what you said to be adorable and of course caved. Getting out his supplies he pushed your hair out of your face, setting the strands behind your ears, grumbling about wanting to play with his puppets. You on the other hand fashioned a proud, delighted grin, knowing in advance that you would get what you had wanted.

You admired your best friend's face, especially his eyes as he began to work on your face. His eyes were a dark brown color, reminding you of thick tree bark, his eye brows always held a slight furrow; not one of anger, but determination. You thought he had the cutest nose and you always would take the opportunity of painting on cat whiskers and a kitty cat's black button nose onto his smooth skin. For someone who spends so much time outdoors, an escape from the sun never available, he sure had pale skin.

Your eyes traced his jawline, firm and chiseled, his lips plump and coated in a line of purple face paint, tongue out in concentration as he used his fingers and a brush to create perfect lines on your face.

Your eyes followed his every move, bright and curious. The intense stare you had cast on him made him feel almost as if he was under inspection, so every few seconds he would stop what was he was doing to, sometimes even turn around to see what you were looking at. After about the hundredth time, he put down the jar of paint asking

"Oi, {Name}! What is it that you keep looking at?" He questioned, looking behind him once again.

With a sheepish smile, you cowered into yourself, noticing that it was really bothering him.

"I was looking at you." You replied innocently, your eyes twinkling.

He stuttered, struggling to find the right words to respond with but ended up with nothing, getting back to dipping his already stained fingers back into the jar of purple liquid. You couldn't help but notice his cheeks flame red.

You fiddled with a ring on your finger, using every ounce of will power you could muster not to look at him. You couldn't help yourself. He was just so beautiful and handsome in your eyes, and while he leaned in closer to your face, you wondered how he would react if you brushed your lips against his.

The corner of your mouth peaked slightly at the thought. 'He'd probably scold me for ruining his hard work' you mentally concluded, fathoming out the situation in your mind.

"What're you smiling about?" Kankuro asked, beginning to feel defensive again. You hated how he was so paranoid all the time. With you there was never a dull moment, but with cat ears, he could never take a joke.

"Oh, nothing." You said whilst trying to wipe the smile off your face and act seriously.

Before Kankuro could reply, when he went to dip his fingers back into the jar of paint, they came back, absent of the thick, muddy substance.

"Damn it. Looks like I've wiped the jar clean." He stated, scowling at the loss of his makeup. Oh well, he'd be able to buy some more another time.

Inspecting your reflection in the window pane, you noticed that everything had been done except for your lips, left completely bare.

"But Kankuro-senpai, what about my lips?" You sadly complained, looking at your friend with disappointment at the unfinished job.

He scratched the back of his head, a sheepish smile appearing on his face.

"As you wish, {Name}." He breathed.

Kankuro lightly pressed his soft lips against yours and you could taste the grainy consistency of the paint coated on his lips. You completely melted into your short, feather light kiss and as you both pulled away, you felt your body temperature increase by about one hundred degrees.

Smacking your lips together in satisfaction, you checked out your reflection, an ear to ear grin plastered across your face.

"Look, Kuro-kun! We match now!" You excitedly shouted, admiring your finished look.