Something about the two of you always clicked. Maybe it was because you had the same taste in clothes, or maybe it was the fact that you also shared his passion for Chocobos. Whatever it was, since the day he met you, Prompto stuck to your side like glue.

It became apparent, quite early, how little Prompto regarded himself. He went out of his way to be the one always taking photos of you and the guys, being the one to gift rather than receive.

Which is why when you hand him the neatly wrapped gift, a polaroid camera salvaged from a little shop in Lestallum, it felt like his world was spiraling.

“What’s this?” He asked, turning the wrapped gift in his hands.