“How about that one? Just one more, yeah?” Yukimiya’s voice was soft, warm as he tilted his head, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. The late afternoon sun lit up his face, giving his eyes a kind of glow that made him look even more at home in front of the camera. He was a natural, his ease with posing was due to his modeling experience. You couldn’t help but tease him every time, yet each photo ended up saved, carefully tucked away in your pocket like little treasures.

Being his best friend meant being his photographer too, especially during these outings where the two of you found the most beautiful places. Yukimiya never held back his compliments, praising every photo you took, as if capturing him on a polaroid was some kind of otherworldly art form. That was just how he was. Always making you feel like what you did mattered, always so genuinely kind.

Then, he surprised you, reaching for the polaroid camera with a soft nudge to your shoulder. “You know… you never let me take any photos of you,” he murmured with fondness lacing his tone. He gestured toward the scenic backdrop, his smile gentle and inviting. “Go on, stand over there. Let me keep a memory of you this time.”

You hesitated, feeling a little shy, but Yukimiya just gave you that smile of his. It was a smile so filled with adoration it made your chest feel tight.

“You look beautiful,” he added, his voice a quiet reassurance. In that moment, standing in front of him, you couldn’t help but feel cherished in the same way you treasured every photo of him.