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Honestly, I don't know what this is but I decided to share.
Nagisa wasn't sure when he started doing it, or even why he did it. All he knew was that it had become a bad habit. He did it every chance he got, taking his time, admiring his work in the large mirror in his bathroom once he had finished. Maybe it was because his mother had forced him to do feminine things as a child; even now she would often make Nagisa wear a dress or let his long hair out of his usual pigtails, letting the soft blue hair cascade freely down his back. He soon realized he had grown more than accustomed to doing girly things, taking a liking to certain parts.
His favorite was the makeup.
There were all sorts of pretty colors and tools, all serving a different purpose. He loved the way the lipstick glided smoothly across his lips, painting them a beautiful color. Eyeliner and mascara made his eyes pop out, accenting the nice blue color. He looked very pretty. He felt beautiful, inside and out.
At first, it was just a one time thing, messing around with his mom's makeup. After time, it grew into an obsession. He found a way to buy his own makeup, coming up with a different excuse every time.
"My mom ran out of her favorite lipstick."
"I saw my good friend looking at this, and decided to buy it for her."
"I'm in a play."
"My friend's birthday is coming up."
Sometimes, the employee even believed that Nagisa Shiota was a bona fide female.
No matter the lie, the clerks ate up Nagisa's words, never questioning further.
It was easy to keep his secret from his family; all he had to do was slip it in his school bag until he was alone.
After what seemed like an eternity (four days, in reality.), Nagisa was finally able to indulge.
Since Nagisa rarely went out, his family had stopped bothering with him and leaving him on his own.
He giddily sifted through his collection of products, overflowing with excitement. What look would suit him best?
Subtle? Flirty? Flashy? Sexy?
Nagisa's eyes landed on the perfect color of lip: a beautiful raspberry red.
Nagisa smiled to himself. He had gone awhile without painting his face, so why not go all out?
He pulled the top off, exposing the stick of makeup. He usually went with a subtle pink, since that best complimented his features. He sometimes considered wearing it to school, but he would be found out right away, given Karma's and Koro-Sensei's keen sense of mind.
Nagisa brought the color to his lips. He made sure to make no mistake, watching himself carefully in the mirror. He painted his lips anew, making them look much more feminine. He smiled to himself. He couldn't wait to look beautiful.
Once he had finished applying his lipstick, Nagisa moved onto his eyes.
This was his favorite part of his make-over. The mascara that made his eyelashes long and beautiful, the eyeliner that made the blue of his irises pop out, the shadow that drew attention to his face. He went through all of these, watching himself in the dirty bathroom mirror above the sink.
He smiled, touching his fingers to his lips.
He was beautiful.
He looked just like a beautiful woman, his features smooth and feminine and round.
He was perfect.
He was the girl his mother always wanted.
I honestly found this in my old documents and decided to post it.