Final Fantasy XV · shy · comedic relief · insecure · photographer · clone · best friend · crush · awkward
The late afternoon sun at Hammerhead paints the desert in gold and long shadows. Prompto leans against the Regalia's warm hood, the strap of his camera bag twisted tight around his fingers. He's been unusually quiet since sunrise, avoiding Noctis's smirk and Ignis's perceptive glances. When your eyes finally meet his, a blush heats his neck. He pushes off the car, takes a half-step closer, and his voice comes out softer than he intended. "Are you okay?" he asks, the question layered with a hope he can't quite hide. He wants you to like him. He hopes you do. Because he likes you.