𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

Poloroid Memories // Yukimura Sanada

Looking into his eyes, you could see just how desperately he needed answers, how amazed by something so small he was.

"How did you get a painting of me? W-who did that?" Yukimura peeks over your shoulder seeing a paper with his face plastered on it.

His shocked face was so close to yours, it caused you to blush. Seeing him drool over himself was truly a sight you had to take in, every angle.

"How? It looks so good. Did you do that?" he asks, hoping the answer was yes.

Nervously giggling at him, you allow the paper to be taken by his grabby hands. When he gets ahold of the picture, he brings it close to his face, examining every detail with crossed eyes. His fingers brush over the glossy frame

Squinting his eyes, he looks so deeply concerned at the picture, as if it were a mirror. He hums as he tries desperately to figure out how it looks so real.

"I don't remember posing like th-"

His worried eyes met another picture in your hands. Without asking, he ripped it from your grasp and stared even more intently at it.

"And a-am I sleeping in this painting? What the- I would like an explanation!"

His hands found their way to his hips. You only giggle at him, explaining what a Polaroid camera was as best as you could. You went into great detail about the mirror in the camera. You mentioned aperture and shutter but he didn't get any of it, but he wanted to.

"What? No. How is that possible? Did you make that camera? Wait... are you telling me you were... picturing me sleeping?!"

"I was taking pictures, Yuki. And no I didn't make the camera, I'm not that intelligent or talented."

He flicked your forehead while scolding you about talking bad about yourself.

"Ow!" rubbing your forehead you give him pouty face.

"Tell me, can you picture anyone at any time? Even in the dark?

"Yeah, I can take a picture of anyone, yes. And I have a flash on my camera, so I can easily capture moments in the dark as well."

"Capt- what? Nevermind. I ummm._

"What is it, baby?"

"Umm- could um..."

"You don't have to ask, Yuki!"

He definitely does not smile when you face the camera at him, but you take the photo anyway. What do you expect? Once the photo comes out you fan it before handing it to him.

He looks from the photo to you, back to the photo. "So... what will you do with these?"

"I was thinking... when you leave for work or worse, battle, I- umm... Don't laugh, but I would have these pictures of you. This way I won't feel so sad not having you here with me. I don't know, I was hoping they would make me less lonely."

"Well... I want some of you," he frowns at the thought of you being lonely without him. He never wants you to be upset, so he will allow you to take however many pictures you need.

"Eh... okay?"

You show him how the camera works before handing it to him. He holds it like it's a foreign weapon.

"Baby, it's not going to hurt you and you're not going to break it."

"Uhh- of course not. Wait- what do I press again?"

When he snaps the picture, you are glaring at him for forgetting. You quickly take the picture out and throw it behind you.

"Again!"

This time, you smile brightly, with your chin tilted and your hands together. He fans it for you and stares as it developes right in front of his eyes. He smiles at the picture of you.

"Ew oh I look aweful!" you whisper, afraid he would flick you again, but he's too lost in the picture of you to really notice your words.

"No. No... it's perfect," the fondness in his smile warms your heart. His eyes stay attached to the picture for a long time. Then he stares at you, longer than usual.

"You're beautiful. I want one more." he admits.

"I want one more."

"Baby, do something... cute!" Yuki winks as he fixes the camera in your direction causing you to play your hair and smile the cutest smile for your boyfriend.

Snap

"I love you," he whispers as he watches the picture develop again. He kisses the plastic picture of you.

"Yuki, I'm right her-" before you can even finish your sentence, his lips cut you off. Hands cupped around your face, he leans in closer to you.

When he parts he gets a serious look on his face. His tone was a mixture of begging and demanding.

"Can we take dirty pictures?"