no. illuso-baku's wearing just the usual all black sweatpants & clingy tank combo. no eyeliner. no jewelry aside from the small & subtle studs in his ears. just cleavage and arms and scorching eyes, and shinso's pretty sure he's about to break skin.

when camie drapes herself over his back, skimming her hand along his arm to press her fingertips to his wrist, shinsou knows it's a lost cause. he's just fucking glad he's got a go-bag with spare pants tucked under the desk.