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[He doesn't remember exactly how he met the other man. Diarmuid, who Prompto fondly calls Dia, is one of the coolest guys he knows. He's a cheerful guy, that Dia, and he always brings a smile to Prompto's face when they're hanging out. It's obvious that Prompto likes Diarmuid. As a friend, at least! That's what he tells himself.

You know, just in case.

The school they went to, while not prestigous by any standards, was still a fine school. Prompto was there as a Photography major, which made sense. He was always getting pictures of his favorite subjects. Things like trees, flowers and animals, those were all simple topics (although Prompto seemed to favor birds over all else), and he always seemed to know where to get the best lighting.

When it came to human subjects, he got pictures of all his friends. Noctis was a common subject, followed by Gladio and then Ignis. They were all willing to humor him as he tried to get better pictures of all of them. But, his latest subject, which Noctis had come to tease him about, always seemed to have a good picture, no matter what.

"Well well, seems our little friend here might have a crush."

Noctis had teased him, which made Gladio laugh when the blonde's face turned red.

It wasn't a crush.

Dia was just...

Special.]

Hey! Come on! Y'don't gotta go to class just yet, right?

[Prompto's smile was cheerful, bubbly, and bright. People weren't kidding when they said he reminded them of the sun.]

Just a few more.

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Got it.

[Diarmuid gives Prompto a few minutes to get all the shots he wants in one position and then shifts so he is sitting cross-legged, with an elbow propped on his knee. He rests his chin in his hand and then smirks at the camera.]

You know, if I didn't know better, I would say you were flirting with me. Those are some pretty heavy compliments.

[When he hears that, he nearly drops his camera, starting to stammer out. He quickly holds it steady again.]

N... no! Not flirting!

[He's completely red now, you're the worst, Diarmuid. He shakes his head, trying to stay focused.]

You're just really good for taking pictures of. Really!

And you're really good at mimicking a tomato.

[Joke aside, Diarmuid's expression is kind, warm, and welcoming. When he speaks, his voice is gentle, though also serious.]

You know I'm not going to be angry with you if you are flirting, right? I like you, after all. It's okay.

Am not!

[Except he totally is. And as Dia talks, his face just gets redder and redder.]

A... ah what? Y... you do?

[Diarmuid tries really, really hard not to roll his eyes at that response. And people thought, he was oblivious sometimes.]

Of course I do, Prompto. Why do you think I spend so much time with you? You're the first person who I've met here that's really made me want to focus on something besides my studies. That's a pretty big accomplishment.

I just thought you were pitying me...

[He laughs lightly, rubbing the back of his head.]

I'm not always used to people really enjoying hanging out with me, y'know? So, I guess I'm just surprised.

[He's not even getting to the fact that Dia just admitted he liked liked him.]

[Diarmuid suddenly looks like he's torn between confusion and anger. What has he done to make the blonde think he's just pitying him? Or maybe, who does he need to hurt for making Prompto just assume that of people?]

Prompto, I like you.

[Lets just repeat that for the record, shall we?]

I would never do something just because I pitied you. I hope whoever did that to you in the past got their asses handed to them.

[He doesn't swear much, but right now Diarmuid can find no other way to expression how strongly he feels about that.]

[If he wasn't showing how red he was before, he was right now. His entire face and body burning up. He's still not used to hearing that, and hearing how much Diarmuid liked him (He swore. Holy shit he swore.), he just tried to find the words.

And he really couldn't.

He stuttered for a moment. Diarmuid was so much more smooth than he was. He just finally blurted out.]

T... Then you w... wanna go out?

[And he immediately looked down to his camera, fiddling with it.]

[As much as Diarmuid wants to fill the silence with words of support, he gets the feeling that Prompto is working himself up to something so he gives his friend time and is well rewarded for his patience. Once the nervous blonde speaks, Diarmuid stands up, moving to sit again right in front of Prompto, letting his fingers brush over his friend's lightly.]

If I say 'yes,' are you going to die of a heart attack? Because, that would be a really bad way to start a relationship.

I'll probably die if you say no...

[He lets out a chuckle, just a bit of self deprecating humor, because why wouldn't he? He looks at him carefully, smiling softly and just trying to figure out what he wants to say.]

But if you don't want to, don't feel like you have to, okay?

Well, then it's a good thing I'm going to say 'yes,' isn't it? Aside from death being a terrible way to start a relationship, I'd have to explain your death to your friends and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't survive that.

[The big guy would probably break him in half and then give the pieces to raven-haired one to destroy. Diarmuid's not going to think about what the quiet green-eyed one would do. It's the quiet ones that are the most dangerous.]

Yeah... it's a good thing, huh?

[He laughs a bit, his face turning red. Ignis... well. Ignis might be the worst. He sighs and looks at him.]

Ah... wait, don't you have a class?

[He needs to be completely red and silent for a bit.]

I did have a class, but a certain photographer insisted I stay and model for him. I'm certainly not going to walk in 20 minutes late. I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

[Sorry, Prompto. You're not getting rid of him that easily!]

Hey! How is that my fault? You're just really good looking.

[wait. fuck. he said something stupid.]

I mean, a really good model!

Well then, it's settled. I can hardly deny my favorite photographer such a good model just so a teacher can yell at me about being late to class. It would be a waste of valuable talent!

[Diarmuid will be kind and let Prompto's little slip slide. He doesn't want the poor guy hyperventilating or passing out from embarrassment.]

[The praise of being his 'favorite photographer' makes him completely red, even though he's pretty sure that he's Diarmuid's only photographer that he knows.]

W... well, alright!

[He nods.]

Okay, now move a bit more.

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