You were standing under a roof, waiting for your friends to arrive.

He was resting his back on the wall behind himself, his arms wrapped around your waist while he rubbed the sides of your stomach soothingly with his fingers. His chin currently resting on your head as he stared in front of the both of you. Your back pressed against his chest. Your hands resting on his.

"Baby," He murmured, leaning to brush the tip of his nose against your cheek, gently. "You're beautiful..." He began to mutter, closing his eyes, making you let out a few 'Aww's at his words.

"The most gorgeous girl i've ever seen." He kept repeating firmly. "I love you so much," He said, pulling you closer against his torso. "Your skin is so soft..." He murmured, his nose still brushing against your cheek. "...You're like a porcelain doll, delicate and pretty." He mumbles. "You're perfect."

"I'm the luckiest guy alive..." He says, pressing a tender kiss on your cheek, then begginning to brush his nose against it once again.

You never really understood why, but there were this moments where he began to feel clingy and like complimenting you as much as he could. Maybe it was because he knew you were insecure, and sometimes he just wanted to remember you how happy he was to be with you and how much he thought you were perfect in his eyes, or maybe it was because he liked to randomly say sweet things, which was really 'Yuji-like', to you. One thing was sure, you were never going to complain about this side of him and his moments.