He was damn smitten.

He drew you on the back of his homework, napkins, notebooks, anything he could get his hands on. He drew you smiling, laughing, sleeping. He collected things that reminded him of you. Ticket stubs, pressed flowers, napkins with your doodles. He stored them all in a little box, nice a neat. All because he was too scared to usser a word about his love, too nervous, but the hints were always there.

On the few times you had to share a room on this trip, he would watch you sleep. Not in a creepy way, more like just him trying to memorize your facial features, the softness, how at peace you look. He even shares his food with you. He'll eat the same as always but secretly saves the last bite of his food for you, every damn time.

He has your photo in his wallet, one Polnareff took on that camera, he's even more clingy with you, often touching your hand, guiding you places, sometimes resting his arm on you or lingers a little too long. He is completely smitten, and it's driving him crazy.

You both sat at a table, waiting for the others to arrive. It was a nice restaurant, and a nice break from trying to find DIO. Cutting into a delicious cake you had bought, you watched it ooze and break apart with elegance, Kakyoin sipping a cherry soda, calmly watching you closely.