A tamaki scenario where the reader is a plant/flower quirk user who's hair flowers changes depending on their emotions so one time s/o is trying to tell Tamaki about something exciting but butterflies keep coming to the point where their flowers keep changing in surprise and s/o just becomes really embarrassed infront of Tamaki to where they just wanna hide from him
𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒 || Tamaki Amajiki
//note: I decided to make the flowers Chrysanthemums/mums due to the fact they come in a range of colours to better fit the story
Sometimes you loved your quirk, sometimes you hated it, the mums that grew in your hair blooming and withering at all times of day in a beautiful bloom of flowers. People could read you like a book because of this, and it was something that you couldn’t hide, however what you had yet to see what more than one colour appear. Tamaki was glad because of this, as it was easier to tell if he had upset you, probably one of the many reasons that he had gravitated into your orbit and found you to be enjoyable company.
The constant blooming, the way that your eyes matched the colour of your hair, he didn’t even need to hear you at all to know your mood. The Mums did all the talking for him. Blue had been a colour he had grown to hate on you, knowing that it was the colour of your tears that would run down your face, or red, knowing that something had caused you to become frustrated, but when yellow appeared as golden as the sun he knew that you were fine.
But then more than one colour had begun to appear at a time.
And that’s why he sat there across from you, staring at your hair as he listened to you talk. He hadn’t been sure if you had noticed it yet, but your mums had been blooming in all sorts of colours as of recent, the young male not even getting the chance to ask why as you constantly had been running away. Each time he went to ask, you’d just run and hide and return when everything was back to normal, but his attention was now fixated, captivated by the small mums that had bloomed on the top of your head in an array of gorgeous colours. It was small though, not the flurry of beauty that he had been seeing from the little glimpses he was able to capture before you’d hide.
But you were distant, happy, allowing him to finally see the colours dancing, mingling, blooming in a way that he couldn’t describe, though as his eyes focused back on your face, he realised he had been caught. “You were... staring at them, weren’t you?” Your voice lingered across the table, cheeks tinged a bit pink as more mums began to grow, the hair that was there becoming covered in them as you reached to hide behind your hair. “I don’t know why it’s been happening lately!” and frankly, neither did he, but reaching a hand across the table to pull some of the flowers from your face, your hair exploded, Tamaki taken aback as the flowers seemed to burst from your head, a bouquet appearing before his eyes in an explosion of colour.
Oh, it was because of him.
