prompt: Person A looking through selfies of themselves and Person B, blushing each time because they notice that Person B is never looking at the camera. Instead, they have their eyes focused on A the whole time.
for sara. i told you i would write some daiyui for you someday, so here i am. i’m sorry, this probably has a lot of mistakes and is too small T-T i’ll work even harder next time, this i promisse you! thanks for your friendship <3
Daichi came home that day to find Yui in the middle of their living room, surrounded by numerous pictures.
The scene was even weirder than it sounded, since the girl wasn’t even sitting on the floor but actually lying on it, with her legs spread and raised, leaning against the couch with her back on the cold ground. Her hands were full of photographs and she was giggling and smiling to them.
Daichi took a moment to just admire the girl he was in love with. Wearing nothing but his old t-shirt, with the worst - but the cuttest, he had to admit - bedhair only she can have, lying on the floor and laughing by herself. I really made a good choice, he thought while getting close of her.
It was only when he voiced his presence that Yui realized her boyfriend was there, before practically jumping from where she standed and almost trowing a picture right into Daichi’s face. The smile got even brighter when she looked into his eyes. “Welcome home!”
“I’m back,” the boy said, giving her a quick peck on the lips and then raising an eyebrown, “What are all these photographs?”
“These,” she said, holding his hand and leading him into the middle of the living room, sitting right in front of each other, “Are the all the pictures we took together. I was bored so I ended up printing all of them so we could put on an album or around the house.”
Daichi couldn’t help to be surprised by that. To think Yui would be that bored to print that many pictures was actually pretty impressive. Since the day they moved in together until now, there wasn’t a single picture of them hanging on a wall or even in a frame somewhere, decorating their house.
“I’m sorry for using too much ink from the printer,” she said, blushing a little bit, “I just felt like even though we live here for a few weeks now, this wasn’t a real home. It wasn’t our home. So I thought about printing a few pictures to put around the house and give our touch to it, but I couldn’t pick between most of them so I ended up priting them all.”
The girl looked a little embarassed at that, which made Daichi smile gently. “This is actually a good idea, you know?” He said, looking at her to see her eyes light up when she looked at his. “I’m sorry I didn’t made something to make you feel comfortable here before. I didn’t know you were feeling this way.”
“It’s not your fault, Daichi.” Yui said, coming closer and holding his hand. The look in her eyes said the same thing to him, making the uneasy feeling he slightly felt dissapear. It’s not your fault. You don’t need to worry about it. Let’s make this house our home now. I love you.
The both picked the photographs quite fast before sitting on the floor again, getting ready to decide which pictures to frame and which pictures they would keep. Daichi leaned against the couch while Yui sat in between his legs, leaning again his warm body. His chin were in her shoulders when she started showing him some of the photographs she had printed.
Some of them were from the time they were in high school, wearing their old uniforms, with volley balls in hands, smiling after a good practice day. Some of them were the pictures they took on their first date, where they were both too
embarrassed to make a move but happy to be with each other.
It was only when she started showing him the ones they took on that short trip in the end of their third year that he realized something. In every single photograph, Daichi wasn’t looking at the camera. Instead, his eyes were always focused on the girl beside him. His eyes were always focused on Yui.
This made him seriously blush. He couldn’t word his thoughts, since he didn’t want Yui to see the way his face was red from one side to another, so he could only freak out in the back of his mind.
The girl in front of him continued to talk about why the picture she had in her hands was one of her favorite, and he was listening to her, he really was, but his mind was lost somewhere else. He couldn’t even remember taking those pictures like that. When he thought about all those ocasions, in his mind, he’s always looking at the camera. He’s always smiling and hugging his girlfriend, sometimes he’s making funny faces and laughing, but he’s always looking at the camera. Or so he thought.
It wasn’t really a surprise that he was looking at her. He was always looking at her. It was a fact. Sawamura Daichi was always looking at Michimiya Yui. How could he not? She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, always smiling lovingly and radiant at him, looking at him with her brown shiny living eyes, laughing at his not-funny-at-all jokes and just, being the completely beautiful and marvelous person she was. How could he stop looking at her?
And now there was all these photographs of them, moments they spent together, memories he’s sure he’ll never forget, and there’s him, not looking at the camera even once like he didn’t even cared they were taking a picture or if someone were taking this picture for them. In those photographs, the most important thing to him wasn’t to look pretty or to make a funny face or even smile. The most important thing for him was Yui. It’s always Yui. Always her.
Daichi held Yui even closer, moving his face from her shoulders to the curve of her neck, smiling and giggling at the way Yui shivered at that. He did laugh at the way she was complaining, saying he wasn’t even paying attention to what she was talking about, so he made sure to give her some kisses to show how sorry he was.
At night, when they were both in bed already, wrapped in sheets, arm in arm, chest to chest, side by side, all he could think about was how he would never stop looking at Yui, and how they would never have a picture where they were both smiling at the camera. Maybe he could try and make an effort the next time. Who knows?