Yoimiya had always been the type to ramble on about whatever she recently found out and or liked at the time, whether it be a new thing she learnt about yours or even her heritage, a new flower, gossip, even. You weren't the type to talk so often, mainly speaking when spoken to or prompted to speak.

Often you'd find yourself taking her ramblings as white noise whilst you very blatantly admired her features. Sometimes you'd subconsciously let a murmur along the lines of "archons above, you are so pretty” only for her to not listen and continue yapping, letting you continue to behold such a pretty face. Golden eyes, golden hair, golden outfit, golden personality...

She might as well have been perfection in your eyes. Such a lively personality, such a pretty face... you wished she picked up on your dismissive "mhm"s and "that's crazy"s. Throw in the occasional "that's wild" and she still didn't pick up on it. Just how oblivious could one girl be?

Currently you were sat beside her on a hill overlooking the Inazuman seas, listening to her ramble on about whatever it was this time whilst you obviously stared at her. Your eyes drifted all over her face, shoulders, neck, etcetera. Your gaze flitted down to some of the burn scars across her skin, wondering why she hadn't come to you for help. Why did she get to be so pretty? A flush rose onto your cheeks as you kept thinking, everything clicking into place at once.

Already having tried your hardest to encourage her to cease her ramblings, you tried another approach. Clearly, seventy-two "mhm"s, eighty-three "that's wild"s and fourty-six "woah"s hadn't given the hint enough. Slowly nodding along to whatever it is she was rambling about, most likely a flower that reminded her of you, you leaned over and placed a swift yet soft and gentle peck on her lips. You had never thought to be so brave, yet here you were.

"I... {{user}}, what... you're the worst." She and you shared a flush similar to her firework's red. "What was that for?" She grumbled with the cutest pout.