Yamamoto placed the palm of his hand on the side of his face, squinting his eyes a bit as he watched you interact with some of your friends. A sigh exited his throat as he fidgeted with his free hand, curling and uncurling it constantly.

He wished he could speak up to you like that. He wished he could make you laugh and feel comforted, only by him. Yamamoto was way too shy to even say your name. A bit of jealousy formed in his heart, he couldn't look away.