How about some angsty mirio x tamaki? (I dont like the idea of putting those two through it but i thought it would be challenging :) )
Hey Heart thanks so much for the ask! Oh antsy Mirio and Tamaki! It will wind up being cute eventually because I just can’t leave these too without any sort of cuteness!
Tamaki clenched his hand at his side, he didn’t know why the current scene in front of him bothered him more than usual. Why it mattered so much? He hated this feeling that slithered inside his chest, the envy as he watched Lumillion so easily talking with the reporters, the civilians and the pro hero’s Fatgum and Nighteye who had been in the area as well. Both of them with their
Mirio had moved so easily in the fight earlier, placing himself in harms way without a second thought. Not him, no he’d hesitated, he’d been thinking too hard about what form to change into, what would be the most helpful his tentacles to stop the rubble or his wings to get the citizens to safety.
He still felt like he wasn’t as good as those he worked with in the field and at school. He was always in someone’s shadow. If only he hadn’t second guessed his first decision. He needed to make a decision and stick with it. He needed to more confident in himself, it was so easy to look at what he couldn’t do. What everyone else could do.
He took a step back away from the crowd of reporters, from the heroes. Everyone was focused on Mirio as they always were when he was around, his presence alone drew many to him. It was easier to slip away unnoticed as he retreated to one of the side alleyways that weren’t in use. He felt his eyes burn and knew he needed to get his emotions in check.
‘Can’t you do anything right?!’ He thought bitterly to himself as his hands balled into a fist, nails digging into his palm. As he squeezed his eyes shut and took another breath, guilt swirling inside at the fact that he was jealous of his best friend. He hated himself when this happened, it wasn’t like he wanted to feel inferior. He cared for him and yet he couldn’t curb the emotion all the same.
Mirio had tried to get a word in edgewise the moment the reporters had shoved the microphone into his face, but he’d instead been answering questions about Fatgum and Nighteye, how it was at the agency and why they had been in the area. Dealing with the reporters as Fatgum and Sir Nighteye conversed away from the preying eyes of the media.
Sir Nighteye expected him to handle the situation and he did, keeping his tone firm, confident and yet gentle in a mixture that would hold the attention of those around. He was humble too, explaining finally once he able to about how Suneater had knocked away the debris, but no one had truly been listening to him. His blue eyes had searched the crowd for his friend only to see him slip away into the crowd, his hood low over his eyes.
It was some time before he could slip away when the Pro heroes took the attention from him. Only than could he slip at the edge of the police barrier and follow in the direction he’d seen Tamaki go.
He found him in the alleyway, his hand so small in the large crater he’d made with his quirk. He could still see it shaking.
“Hey…” he said softly watching the leaner boy’s form tense under his hero costume. “Are you ok?” He asked softly his hand reaching out to land on his shoulder.
“Don’t!” Tamaki demanded his voice rough with emotion, but he’d slammed his hand away as he whirled to face him, his hooded cloak falling along his shoulder exposing his features.
Mirio dropped his hand slowly to his side, his blue eyes quietly taking in every detail he could, as his smile faded from his face.
“How do you always rush in?! I hesitated again! I’m always so slow!” Tamaki berated himself, eyes glossy.
Mirio suddenly surged forward, ducking to the side as Tamaki swung his tentacles at him to keep him at bay. He slammed him into the wall, one arm along his back, as his l hand cupped back of his head. He used his superior strength to keep him there. His other hand slammed his wrist into the rough brick.
“Calm down Tamaki,” he whispered along his ear, watching as a single tear fell down the black haired boy’s cheek, his chest still heaving with so much emotion. “You’re overreacting…you got hit with that civilian’s quirk when you knocked away the rubble earlier. No one else noticed,” he continued his grip loosening on his wrist as he let his fingers rub gently at where he’d held him down.
“I’m still angry with you,” Tamaki murmured keeping his voice, low it was as though what he felt seemed almost artificial, now that he paid it more attention, his emotions were brushing up against a sort of heavy cloud of anger and …envy.
“It’ll wear off,” Mirio assured, watching him closely as the other sank his teeth against his lip as though he were trying to hid something.
“When?” Came Suneater’s soft reply.
Mirio slowly laced his fingers with his. “When something stronger than anger takes it’s place,” he told him seriously.
“Why do you put up with me?” He questioned out of the blue, his hand not returning Mirio’s hold, his eyes averted to the end of the alley.
“Because I love you,” the admission held such a truth, such clarity that it caused Tamaki to jerk his gaze toward Mirio’s softy smiling face. “I was never sure if you felt the same way…” Mirio told him gently, his cheeks heating with color.
Feeling Tamaki shift at their close proximity. He should really let him go now. He didn’t get the chance to apologize, to take back his words as Tamaki’s lips pressed against his own. His fingers tightening on his hand and his other was curled along the fabric of his shirt. Now was trapped unable to escape, but he didn’t want too. As his hold tighten, it may be unorthodox, the way this came about, but it didn’t matter. This was love. It didn’t have to make sense to anyone else, all that mattered to as that it was true and right between them and it would never fade.
