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Yuu stares.
She stares and stares, though she doesn’t really know exactly what's going on in her mind.
But one thing she knows for sure is that the man in front of her is probably the most beautiful in front of her.
At least to her, he’ll be the most beautiful.
He stands in front of the sun, the brightest smile paints his face and it makes Yuu feel so warm and in love.
Yuu falls harder.
He falls for her harder as well.
The wind pulls her hair out of her face and reveals the love stricken look in her eyes, it makes him feel desired, loved and wanted.
He hopes he makes her feel the same.
The same feelings of being desired, because he would most definitely pray to her if she were a god of her own right.
Maybe she is.
He reaches a hand out gesturing for her to grab onto it and Yuu grabs on without any hesitation.
She trusts him.
She will always trust him.