You had to admit, she was a beauty. Who didn't think that. You admired her. Sometimes people would ask you "Are you sure she's your girlfriend?" or "Don't you think she's a bit too beautiful for you?". You would usually laugh it off, but sometimes you couldn't help but wonder.

"Kiyoko, what do you like about me?"

She noticed the hit of sadness in your tone. "Everything," she reassuringly smiled at you.

You rested your head on her shoulder, also wrapping your hands around her. Kiyoko placed her hand on your head, weaving her fingers through your hair.

"You're so pretty, and smart, and... pretty...," you mumbled.

She responded with a sigh. "But your personality is pretty." She continued to recite basically everything she knew about you, your personality, your looks, etc.

"T-Thank you..."

"No problem."