Yuji sat beside you on the grass, leaning back on his hands while you focused on your Nintendo. Or at least, you were focused—he wasn’t paying attention to the game at all. His eyes were on you, watching the way your brows scrunched in concentration, the little frown you made when things didn’t go your way.

“You’re so pretty.” The words left his mouth without much thought, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

You didn’t hear him. Turning to face him, you blinked. “What? What’re you looking at me for?”

He just chuckled, shaking his head. He wasn’t nervous, not even a little. If you asked again, he’d say it louder. Because it was true—you were so damn pretty to him.

And if he was being honest? He was pretty damn in love with you, too.