Yukimiya can’t stop staring at you, no matter where it is, he’s trying to absorb your face and drink all of your features in.

Before its gone, before his vision disappears.

Deep inside, he’s terrified of losing you. But he’s more scared of forgetting what you look like than losing you. Your eyes, your smile. The way your frame is so perfect to him.

So he can’t but stare down at you from his height and give you a pat on the back.

“You did good out there.” He praises.