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3rd Year Tamaki Amajiki x GN Reader (angst and fluff)
Warnings: anxious thoughts and emetophobia/fear of vomiting, feelings of worthlessness
btw the bathroom is also gender neutral since idk 🤷♀️
Side note: I should probably mention that Im on meds for anxiety so it kinda of decreased but if I misinterpreted at all I’m terribly sorry 😓
First time writing angst so I’m also sorry if this comes out corny 😭
“Are you alright Tamaki? You’ve been really quiet”
Tamaki and you had recently gotten a last minute invite by Fatgum to meet a bunch of pro heroes and he was terrified of not making a good first impression. You two were currently waiting for Fatgum outside the designated building.
“Not really.. I’m worried I won’t seem strong enough to them..”
“Tamaki I’m sure they’ve seen your fights on TV! Your amazing!”
He blushes and looks away, but then his mind started to race at the fact that many pro heroes have seen him fight. Even though he would gain lots of confidence during those battles, he despised knowing that people, especially those who are pros were watching clips of him.
“The thought of that makes me nauseous..”
He gripped at his stomach and crouched on the cold pavement. But then a loud prideful voice appeared.
“Hey my two favorite upcoming pros! Ready to see some pro heroes?”
“Hey Fatgum, can try telling us more in advance about these type of events?” You say as you pat Tamaki’s shoulder in comfort.
“Yeah. Some people need time to mentally prepare”
He slowly got up, still feeling sick from before with a hand on his stomach.
“Well my apologies! Pros are usually busy you know. Now no time to waste! Let’s introduce you fellas!”
Once Fatgum introduced you and Tamaki to a bunch of pros, he went off to talk to some of his friends at the event.
“I swear that guy just wants to torture us”
“Haha, he probably just wants us to be more comfortable around the pros Tamaki-“
You quickly got pulled aside by a couple pros who saw you at the sports festival. They started rambling about your quirk and asking about you wanting to be their sidekick.
Separated from you and Fatgum, his two only supports in this whole event, his mind raced.
Will the pros notice his awkwardness when talking to them. What if he stutters so bad that he makes a fool out of himself. Maybe the pros thought his quirk was gross.
What if he couldn’t meet any of their expectations?..
Feeling a pool of saliva expand in his mouth, his eyes widen as a wave of nausea hit him like a truck. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and clutched at his stomach as he ran to the bathroom.
When he got to one of the bathroom stalls he opened the door; fell to his knees, gripped at toilet bowl, and threw up. Tears streamed down his face as he continued vomiting. He hated throwing up so much. His whole body was shaking and his ears slightly drooped as more racing thoughts gathered.
I’m not fit enough to be a hero. How can I do things perfectly if I’m not good enough to do it?
He gripped at the toilet bowl and threw up again. More tears came down his flustered face as he started gasping for air. Taking uneven breathes and holding on to himself for comfort. Scared of throwing up again, his whimpering and whines grew louder throughout the bathroom, he no longer cared who’d hear him, he just desperately wanted someone’s help.
“Hey Tamaki?”
He jumped at the sound of your voice but was also a bit relieved. You found the open stall he was in and you felt your heart ache.
You saw him on his knees with his elbows on the toilet bowl and his face slightly raised enough for you to see his teary eyes through those indigo bangs. He quickly turned his head and threw up. You got to your knees and rubbed his back as you move some of his long hair away from his face.
“It’s okay Tamaki I’m here for you”
He wiped his mouth with his hand and twisted his body towards you to give you a tight hug. Tears fell onto to your shirt as his head laid on your neck. He whined loudly as his fingers dug into the fabric. You continued to rub his back but his cries got louder and his breathing seemed unstable.
“Tamaki can you breathe with me a bit, it might calm you down”
He nodded against you, not wanting to let go.
“Okay breathe in”
“And then exhale through your mouth”
You felt the air from his breath on your body. The two of you did that for the next 5 minutes until he let go from the hug and you no longer felt tears come.
“Im really sorry you had to *sniff* see me like this..” he whispered as he wiped the tears off his face.
“No Tamaki you’re totally fine! You don’t need to apologize!”
“I just.. I don’t know.. I just wish I could be normal like everyone else. I’m so sensitive and looking at people make me so tense and-“
“Tamaki no one is normal,
Not me
Not you
Not the pro heroes,
Or anyone on earth.
We are all unconventional and we each have separate minds. Just because the way you think is different from other people, doesn’t make you any less human.”
His eyes began to tear up again but this time in gratitude. To be able to have met someone extraordinary as you made him a little less worried. ❤️🩹
You are seriously loved and cared by others even when it sometimes doesn’t feel like it. Your brains deserves rest so get plenty of sleep when you can and I hope you enjoyed this writing today ❤️🩹
Hey twin I hope you are doing well and getting plenty of water and rest! I just had a crazy thought… imagine tamaki with a wolfcut I saw one on choso from JJK and he looked so fine 😫 but fr I hope you are well and have a good day :) 🫶
HAI!!! I’m doing well thank you for asking :3!! I hope you are also taking care of yourself as well :O❤️❤️
Tamaki with a wolf cut 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤👅👅👅 and OMG choso mention👀👀 (choso is my fav sob)
Anyways I drew it gulp…..I actually don’t think I drew the wolf cut right so sorry if it’s buns ú_ù twin💔 (I’ll probably practice more with it when I can) I LOVE YOU DOE
I wonder what tamaki smells like…. I feel like he has fragrances that he really likes and wears but also I wouldn’t be surprised if he smelled like food or something more musky. After patrol, any cologne or perfume, he had on prior completely faded away and replaced with lingering smells from using his quirk or eating ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
I find the idea of Tamaki’s first born son just being a carbon copy of him really funny and cute. That baby did in fact NOT inherit a single trait from his mother 😭😭
If Tamaki had a daughter she’d look more like her mother. Also you KNOW they’re his kids because of the tiny little elf ears sticking out 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
For some reason I also had the idea of what if one of Tamaki’s kids were just very grumpy and didn’t like heros at all (maybe they didn’t inherit any quirk from their parent and grew bitter because of it) poor Tamaki dealing with his own kid lowkey just dunking on him and hating😭
(Very random but I was thinking of dad Tamaki Amajiki head canons)
SUBJECT: what if you forced them to see the fireworks with you?
PERSONS OF INTEREST:
Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya
Katsuki Bakugo
Shoto Todoroki
Hitoshi Shinso
Neito Monoma
Tamaki Amajiki
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a/n 4th of july special! also, sorry for any typos, i was lazy and didn't go over it
𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 '𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐮' 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚
“Are you really going to carry all that?” Kirishima asked. “It’s not like you have to.”
“Oh, I don’t mind.” Deku smiled. “I’m happy to help.”
Right. You thought. And how are you supposed to play any games carrying everyone's bags? Or eat? Or walk around? But it wasn’t your place to say anything. If that’s what Deku wanted to do, what right did you have to stop him?
Thirty—maybe forty—minutes slipped by. Your class had long since split into smaller groups, and before you knew it, you'd wandered off on your own. It was nice to be around friends, especially when the fireworks went off, but before then, you wanted to do what you wanted to do. And for that to happen without anything standing in your way, well, the simple answer was to just go off on your own. Duh.
You did pass a few of your classmates every now and then, but never kept the conversations going long. It was only when you noticed Deku standing off near the side of a booth. He was mostly in the dark, but there was no mistaking all the shit around him.
“Yo.” You waved.
“Oh, —san, it’s you.”
“What are you doing over here alone?” You held out the rest of your takoyaki. “Here, eat.”
“Wow, really?”
“Take it before I change my mind.” Your eyes rolled, but you shoved the small fune into his chest.
“Thanks —san,” he gobbled the little balls in an instant.
“Have you been able to do anything you wanted tonight?”
Sweat dripped down his head, “Well… Someone had to watch all the stuff…”
“So, that’s a ‘no’, right?”
He didn’t reply, but his frown was enough.
“Honestly,” you shook your head. “Alright.” You pushed yourself off the side of the booth and grabbed the bag on his back. “Come on, take all this stuff off.”
“But—”
You clicked your tongue, putting out any other protests before they caught fire.
𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
He had refused at first, but after prodding and almost getting blown up, you—along with Kirishima, Ashido, Jiro, and Kaminari— had finally convinced Bakugo to go to the summer festival. Sero wasn’t able to make it—he had plans with his family in another part of Tokyo tonight, which sucked, but at least most of you were here, right?
“Aw, man you guys didn’t dress up?” Ashido whined, running toward the guys who stood at the entrance.
“That’s so lame.” Kaminri rolled his eyes, “But you guys don’t look half bad.”
“Thanks, but I’m not really trying to look like a man.”
“Oh, sorry,” he itched the back of his head. Their conversation faded into the background as you took in Bakugo’s outfit. He looked good, angry, but good. His muscles were evident in his plain, black shirt, and his jeans weren’t half bad either. He wore a black zip up, a skull in white in the center.
“You look almost decent.” You threw him a half-grin.
“Haah?” His eyes turned white.
“Well, you always look good.” You ran up to the group before he could say anything back, and throughout the rest of the night, did your best to avoid being alone with him. It wasn’t like it was a secret Bakugo was handsome, though you supposed no one had ever told him that directly, or if they had, there was always some backhanded compliment that followed.
Not with you though. You should say things like they were. You believe that was one of the traits Bakugo admired most about you, it was definitely one of the things you admired about him.
“Idiot.” He grabbed your arm without any warning and pulled you away from the group just as the fireworks were starting to go off.
“We can’t go this way—it’s restricted!”
“Yeah, see if I care!”
You suppressed the heat forming at the tips of your ears. This was so unlike him, but because it was so, you kept quiet. A rare sighting of Bakugo acting almost normal was always something to pay close attention to.
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢
He hated it here. Classical music. The elegantly dressed people who seemed to adore his father. His father. If he could have had in any other way, he would’ve been home. He would’ve been back at the dorms. He could have been absolutely anywhere else, but no, he was at a party to celebrate the summer solstice and keep up appearances. To look for connections that might better help the name Todoroki spread.
There was nothing he hated more than kissing ass.
He’d had plans before this. Plans he should have been able to keep.
He fisted his hands and headed out onto one of the open balconies. At least out here, he could breathe. No one was watching to see if he made a mistake. No one to watch his face crumble into his palms.
“Psst.”
He started and jerked around. “Who’s there?”
He heard a few voices, and then a scuffle. “Midoriya, hold on, it's not that hard, jeez!”
With drawn eyebrows, Shoto moved toward the side of the balcony, hidden away from view. “What—what are you guys doing here?”
“You really thought we were just gonna let you suffer alone?” Asui asked.
“Hey, Todoroki.” Midoriya smiled up at him, and on top of his shoulders was Sainoji. Her weird grin—the one that Shoto had tried to mimic in the mirror more times than he could count—appeared without much effort.
“This is crazy. You’re on private property, this is a crime.”
“I warned them this was a bad idea.”
“Whatever.” She said, side-glaring Iida.
“It was —san’s idea.”
Shoto’s eyes widened. “It was?”
“Don’t thank me yet.” She smirked, “Grab on first.”
He hesitated—only for a moment—and then he slapped his hand into her’s. Whatever he felt in that moment—he could only compare to the word exhilaration. He had never felt it before, so all he had to go off of was the definition, but he was sure—so sure.
She laughed and he jumped. Jumped toward her—toward freedom. And Shoto knew that he would never again hesitate when it came to her.
𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨
Hitsoshi had tried to avoid her and her persistance. Her weird attachment unsettled him a little. It’s not like he had ever been particularly nice to her, but still, she followed him around like a lost puppy.
After she’d asked him both over text and in person to go see the fireworks, and after he had refused both times, he’d thought maybe she finally understood he wanted nothing to do with her Okay, that was a little harsh, even for him, but seriously, going out with friends wasn’t Hitoshi’s thing. You just didn’t seem to ever understand that.
No matter how many times he brushed her off, no matter how many times he publicly declared she annoyed him—it would never be enough because she would never give up—but why?
Another pebble hit his window, as if he hadn’t seen her already. What in the hell was she doing here? He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “Go away.”
“I can’t do that!” She yelled back. Annoyingly persistent. Always.
“Oh, Hitoshi, is that you’re girlfriend?” His mom peeked through the room. “Her kimono is so cute—what you’re not going like that are you?”
“I’m not—”
“Oh, good. Hurry and get changed, I’ll distract her with some tea.”
Hitoshi ran a hand down his face when he heard his mom let Sainoji through his front door.
What. The hell.
𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚
Monoma had called fireworks stupid.
Monoma had gone on a huge rant about how summer festivals were dumb and only children went to things like that. ‘Besides’ he’d said, ‘who still goes out to watch fireworks?’
So, you thought, fireworks are for kids, huh? Well, Monoma was sure in for a treat with that attitude.
You walked into class the next day hiding a pack of sparklers from the teachers. Around lunchtime was when your little plan would be set into motion.
Monoma always sat beside Kendo, though not of his free will, she mostly made him because he was always trying to stir up trouble with class 1A. Thankfully, though, she was in on your little prank and she knew just when to come up with an excuse to leave him alone.
Your classmates watched as you snuck up behind him, you swiped the little firework across the box and held it right beside his head ear. A hiss ran past his ear. Monoma was the first to scream—well, it was more of a yelp. He stumbled to stand up, almost falling over the bench. You held him upright just to stick your nose up at him. “What’s wrong, Monoma? Afraid of a little kid’s play thing?”
He glared through that smirk of his, “I am not afraid.”
“Oh yeah?” You stood, shoving the pack of sparklers into his hand. “Prove it.”
“Be real, Sainoji, I have absolutely nothing to prove.”
“I guess.” You shrugged in agreement, then turned, a cocky smile replacing the innocence that was there a moment ago. “If you want everyone to think you’re a wuss.”
𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢
You had tried to approach him on several separate occasions. Unfortunately, that impenetrable shield of his was just as you had said, impenetrable. He was always surrounded by that Togata, and to be honest… you didn’t really like loud people all that much.
The only time Amajiki was ever sure to be alone was when he went to the bathroom. That was the only time Togata left him alone, the only time Hado couldn’t follow him. That was when you had to strike—but you were such a chicken. Why couldn’t you just approach him even when he was with friends? Why did it have to be alone?
Whatever. All that mattered now was that you asked him. It didn’t matter when or how. Even if you were rejected, at least you could say you had tried.
“Amajiki!” Was it weird to be waiting outside of the boys bathroom? Yes. Was it desperate? Probably.
“Who? Me?” His entire body trembled as he pointed toward himself.
“You’re the only Amajiki here, right?”
“Right…” His bottom lip wobbled and he looked right, then left.
“So, anyway…” he tapped the tip of your fingers together, everting your gaze. “I was wondering if you had any plans for summer.”
“N-no… Not that I know of…” His voice sounded like it was being processed through a fan.
“Good.” You squeaked. “Then, uhm,” this time your voice quivered. “Would you maybe wanna…” you averted your gaze, though he wasn’t looking up to begin with. You inhaled, exhaled, and stood straighter, more confident. “The summer festival, let’s go together.
“Oh… But, why?”
Gosh he was the cutest thing in the world! You cleared your throat, heat creeping across your cheeks. “Because...” You swallowed. “I want to go with you.”
“With... me?” His wide eyes finally lifted to meet yours.
even heroes in training are sometimes just high school girls with a crush
༝༚༝༚
𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒
𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬
𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬
ㅤ♡ tamaki amajiki x 1A!reader
ㅤ♡ following the anime
ㅤ♡ clean romance
ㅤ♡ 2k words
ㅤ♡ a/n tell me this isn't the cutest thing you've read all day
ㅤo n e s h o t
He walked through the doors with an intimidating gaze turned toward the floor, ears poking out like an elf, and for some reason, you perked up in your seat. The cutest boy in your class was undoubtedly Todoroki, but when this guy walked in, your heart skipped a beat. Todoroki didn’t make your heart skip beats.
Amajiki, Mr. Aizawa had called him. Even his name was befitting of someone so delicate. He was awkward, he was fidgety—a person with a personality you had never met before. How interesting.
You followed the rest of the class to the training gym. They were so intent on defeating that Togata guy, and maybe you should have been too, because that was why you were here: to become someone worthy of the title Hero. But Hero’s were also just people, and though this was a school for the next generation of Heroes, you were still sometimes, just a high school girl.
And high school girls were allowed to have crushes.
You appeared beside him at the corner of one of the walls. He was tall, a lot taller than you, back you weren’t deterred by something measly like that. “Hey, you—
He screeched at your tiny finger poke. “What—who are—why aren’t you participating?”
“Hmm?” You leaned in, eyes narrowing in calculation. “You don’t seem to have a problem talking to one person at a time.”
“Uhm.” He swallowed, finally turning to face you. “Shouldn’t you be with your classmates?”
He pointed toward the group behind you, but you shrugged without looking. “Theres no point in fighting a losing battle.”
“Huh?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“I heard what you said,” you crossed your arms and leaned your back against the wall, watching your peers get pummeled. “The cons far outweigh the pros in this situation.” You blinked, “The only thing I would maybe gain from this is being humbled,” you frowned, “and I’m not really in the mood for that right now.”
He shuddered, holding his hands together, “You’re kind of scary.”
“Scary?” You pouted. “How mean, I’m your underclassmen, you’re supposed to take care of me,” you whacked a few little punches at his shoulder, careful to not actually put any weight behind them. “Besides, to be honest,” you straightened up, “I’m more interested in talking to you.”
“Me?” He faltered, “I don’t think I’m all that interesting… So.” His voice cracked and it was the cutest sound you had ever heard.
“You wanna know what I think?” You asked, unintentionally invading his personal space.
“Not really,” he leaned away from you, averting his gaze even as his cheeks burned and told you more than you needed to know.
“But I wanna tell you anyway.”
“Sainoji!” You huffed and turned around, spotting Aizawa walking toward you.
“Yes?”
“Go change, the others are already gone.”
Confused, you shifted to look over his shoulder. Of course, he wasn’t lying. “Right. Sorry.” You nodded, but before running off, turned to Amajiki one last time. “Let’s continue our conversation late, kay?”
“U-o..kay…”
“Hmm, what was that?” Mirio appeared at Tamaki’s side, slapping his back.
“Oo, Tamaki, I didn’t know you could talk to girls like that,” Nejire held up a hand to her mouth as if containing her awe.
“It’s not like that!” Tamaki shouted. “Besides, I think she was just making fun of me.”
“Sorry about her.” Mr. Aizawa said, watching his student’s retreating form. “She’s kind of a wild card.”
“What do you mean by that?” Mirio asked.
“She’s not inherently crazy, but… She is sometimes… how do I put this gently…” he itched the back of his head, “Sainoji can be unpredictable, and sometimes it’s hard to know what she’s thinking.” From watching her the past semester, Shota could confidently say —san Sainoji went about things seriously only when it benefitted her. She was like that with everything, including people. Her own classmates had started to notice pretty early on, but that wasn’t any of his business so he never thought to get involved. He supposed Amajiki had just captured her interest for some reason. Though, he didn’t see how any of that information would be at all important to these students, so he kept his mouth shut.
“What, she wants to see us?” You motioned between yourself and Ochaco.
“I’m just as surprised as you are.”
“Hey, that’s not very nice.” You pouted, but Aizawa knew you weren’t really upset. You could see it in the way his face refused to move an inch.
“Wow, what do you think it’s about?” Ochaco tiled her head.
“I don’t know,” Kirishima jumped up, “but I can’t wait for tomorrow. I’m going over to the third year’s dorms!”
“Let’s go with him,” Ochaco said, already following.
“I have no problem with that.” You murmured, if you went with Kirishima, you were sure to see him, and you could even play it off as if you were just excited about what Hado had to say. Though you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited about the conversation with her—knowing it likely entailed information about the work study—Amajiki was just a more intriguing topic. What did he do in his spare time? What did he look like when he was focused? Perhaps this would give you a chance to see him in his own habitat.
“Wait for me!” You chased after your classmates.
The walk across the dorms wasn’t hard, but you did have to pass all the second year’s, which took a little longer than expected. The sky was beginning to darken, painting the campus in shades of orange and purple, though you were sure you would be back in your room before it got too dark to see.
“Look, it’s there!” Kirishima shouted, pointing ahead. The structure was identical to your dormitory, the only difference was the white number 3 at the top, contrasting nicely against the brown paint.
“Let’s go.” Ochaco bounded up the stairs, but it was Kirishima who knocked. You stood a bit behind them, trying not to fidget with your fingers. The door cracked open and unfamiliar faces peeked through.
“Uhm, we’re looking for Tamaki Amajiki and Nejire Hado…”
“You’re first years right?” One of the guys in the doorway asked. “Give us a second, here, you can wait in the foyer.”
“Thanks,” Kirishima bowed and led the way through.
Cautiously, you followed, analyzing the interior. In comparison, there wasn’t much difference. What floor did he stay on? You swallowed back the sickness that lurched in your stomach. Amajiki walked down the stairs in a hoodie and sweats. Casual clothing was normal, especially with how late it was, but man he was so… Oh, what was the word?
He kept his head down and hands in his pants pockets. Hado flew out the elevator a second later, “You’re here!” She grinned. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”
“Nope!” Ochaco rolled back and forth on her heels. “Sorry, this is probably unexpected but it was just such a surprise.”
“Oh, I bet. Come on, let’s go talk in the common area. Are you guys thirsty or hungry?”
You forced yourself to move but your eyes remained on Amajiki. Kirishima was talking, almost shouting, and he was just standing there, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked so—
Domestic.
That was it.
Comfortable.
You wanted more. To see more of him and what he would do or say, how he would react to something you said. What was he thinking about you right now? Had he seen you walk in? Was he just as curious about you as you were about him?
But that wasn’t what you’d come here for.
You supposed it was enough to just see him like this. Surely there would be more opportunities to see these quieter pieces of him. Your stomach flipped at the possibilities and you hid a smile behind a palm.
Across the room, Kirishima settled beside Amajiki, who kept his limbs extraordinarily close together. You caught most of what Hado was saying, but every now and then, your eyes would sneak off.
“Well, that’s all.” She said, “I’ll look forward to tomorrow. We can go right after school.”
“You guys ready?” Kirishima grinned, but your gaze snagged on the taller boy who appeared behind him. Quiet and his hands were still stuffed into his pockets, but his eyes were on yours. He blinked away, almost squeaking when it seemed he’d been caught.
“Yeah, just about!” Ochaco jumped up.
“We should probably head back then,” Kirishima checked his phone, “Oh man, it’s late.”
“Oh, you’re right.” Ochaco frowned at her own phone, “Weird, it didn’t feel like it was that long.”
“Time passes by differently here.” Hado giggled like a weirdo.
“Stop it, Nejire.” Amajiki stepped forward.
“I’m only kidding.” She huffed. “Can’t I have a little fun?”
Sweat dripped down his forehead and he turned his gaze back onto the three of you, the tips of his ears turned pink, and you couldn’t help but hope it was because of you. Maybe one day, he would call you by your first name and you could do the same. Him and Hado were friends, close enough that first names came naturally to them. What would it be like to know him that well?
Your upperclassmen walked you all to the front door, with Hado saying, “Get back safely,” as you exited their dormitory.
Last to enter and last to leave, you passed her, then Amajiki, who seemed to grab the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “Did you do that?” It was light, so maybe you were just imagining it… But you could swear—
“Uhm,” he refused to meet your eyes, but that was okay, because he was so much cuter when he couldn’t function properly. “Our conversation, you said… You wanted to finish it later.”
“Oh, right!” Your eyes widened and your mouth fell into a deep grin. “So, can I have your number then?”
His breath caught, loud enough for you to hear it, and beside him, Hado coughed into her hand and looked away, as if trying and failing to pretend she wasn’t listening. You didn't care if she was or not, though, because you had no reason to be embarrassed.
“Is that a no?”
“Sainoji, come on!”
“Coming!” You shouted back, “Sorry for being so forward.” You smiled awkwardly, bowing before spinning around on your heels.
“Wait,” he reached out again, and when you faced him for the second time tonight, he had his phone inclined toward you, number pad open.
Tamaki couldn’t believe what was happening. Why she was so interested in him, he had no idea, but he knew questioning people like her about things like that would get him nowhere. It was the same thing with Nejire and Mirio. There was a little difference with this first year, though. She was harder to understand. Harder to predict. Mirio and Nejire were confusing sometimes, but eventually Tamaki could usually follow their logic. Sainoji's logic seemed to exist entirely inside her own head. She seemed to be acting only on her own agenda, like Mr. Aizawa had said, a wild card…
Maybe that was why he was drawn to her.
“Just because.”
Tamaki blinked, mouth dropping slightly open. He wanted to ask what she meant, but he didn’t have to. It was like she could read his mind or something. Oh no—that wasn’t her quirk was it? Quick—think of something—anything!
Was that why she had sought him out that first day he’d showed up at her class? Back then, was she able to read his thoughts? Had she heard him say how scary standing in front of all her classmates was? And now she knew his greatest weakness!
“Amajiki?” She tilted her head and some hair fell into her eyes. “Don’t overthink it.”
But how was he not supposed to overthink things like this? People didn’t talk to him. Girls didn’t talk to him—certainly not underclassmen—but this girl…
“I wanted to talk to you…” she shrugged like it was nothing, “Just because I felt like it.” And when his eyebrows furrowed, her grin finally slipped free. “‘How is she reading my mind?’ That’s what you’re thinking right?” A laugh this time, “I can see it in your eyes… ‘See?’ That’s what you’re thinking now.”
He looked away, face burning up. How was she so good at that? How did people normally handle her?
“So, that's my answer.” She stepped backwards toward the door and for some reason Tamaki wanted to follow. “Just because.”
not to reheat my own nachos by reposting my art or anything but i wanted to talk about a hc i have for tamaki
it’s quite small and tumblr decreased the quality, but i added freckles, moles, and acne scars to his back. i have this hc (based on personal experience) that tamaki had a lot of acne on his forehead (under his bangs) and back when he was a teenager, mainly due to stress. he still had acne as a young adult, but by like 26, his skin started to calm down, so the acne faded into scars
i want to draw UA senior tamaki with his bangs clipped up so we can see his face fully because hes just so cute
also i need to redraw timeskip tamaki because i fear i made his hair too different
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