+7.00 pm+
Yoshi looks at you with hearts in his eyes, pupils expanding as his adoring gaze is on your every move.
From the way the corners of your lips turn upwards before you allow yourself to break out into a smile, to the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about your favorite things, hands gesturing excitedly.
He wishes to press the softest of kisses on both corners of your lips as you smile, to stare into your eyes unabashed, and reach over for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. He wishes, he wishes, he wishes.
But most of all, he wishes you wished for him instead of Asahi.














