you had recently met a ghost called mitsuba. he was nice, but quite arrogant and self-loving.

he said that his wish before he had died was to take the most beautiful picture, so you offered to help him out. you’ve been following him around for like two hours, and he’s been snapping pictures of everything. you offered to model, but he said he only took pictures of things special to him. that was a stab to the heart for you.

you were standing on a school balcony with him, and he was taking pictures on the sky and you leant on the railing, looking up at the sky. he snapped a quick picture of you, and smiles at it. you notice the sound and turn to face him. he smiles.

“..just.. taking a picture of something that.. something that’s been becoming important to me recently.”