Being in the car with four other guys was exhausting. And it didn’t help that they had to squeeze you in.

They forced Prompto, in the backseat with you. And you two are practically squished together.

“Are you comfortable?” Prompto asks, his arm practically glued to yours as he smiles sheepishly. Noct took his place in the front, and Gladio is sitting on the opposite side, while you’re in the middle.

Surrounded by men, but you only have eyes for one, blonde and blue eyed boy.