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aaaaa i hope some MiriTama is okay! i love them with all my heart, and thank you oodles for giving me the chance to post about them
Amajiki sighed, embracing Mirio in return, and Mirio’s arms tightened even more warmly around him, almost desperate in their effort to cleanse Amajiki of whatever was still haunting him. The Suneater still felt the phantom presence adrift in his mind, but he exhaled slowly, attempting to focus on the embrace around him instead.
“I just…” Amajiki said, struggling for the words. “I wonder what you must think of me. Really think of me, Mirio. A-and I just get…scared.”
Amajiki felt Mirio nod slightly, and with one last squeeze he ended the hug, pulling back with a thoughtful haze in his eyes.
“Does it…does it feel like I’m not honest with you?” he asked.
Amajiki jolted, and he shook his head madly as his face flushed red. “No, no, agh—No, that’s not what I meant at all! Crap, I’m sorry—”
“No, trust me, you’re perfect!” the familiar smile was spreading back on Mirio’s face, now mixed with heartfelt reassurance. “I just wish there was a way to prove it for certain! Cause trust me, if you had a mind-reading quirk and looked up in there, you’d just see like, an entire novel’s worth of me praising you. Heck, maybe two! No, a trilogy!” Mirio playfully pressed his palms to the sides of his head. “Oh, man, it’s still going, watch, it’s gonna spill outta my ears in a second—”
Amajiki let out a response that was half-cringe, half-chuckle, his cheeks still flushed pink. Mirio looked at him with a small laugh of his own, hands dropping from his ears.
“But seriously, Tamaki,” Mirio said, “you want the honest truth?”
For a moment, he felt his stomach sink. But Amajiki nodded nevertheless, desperate for some kind of clarity in all the chaos. Mirio stared at him softly—then raised a lighthearted hand to trace his ear.
“Okay then,” he said, “here it is: I’ve always loved that little point in the tips of your ears, something about them just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy every time I see you. I wish you’d go to bed earlier, because I get really worried about you when you look so darn tired. There’s this odd charm to the way you hold chopsticks, you like—you tap them together without really thinking about it between bites? And I know you don’t like people watching you eat, so I try not to stare, but man, it’s just so plumb cute! Let’s see…sometimes I notice that your uniform isn’t ironed, just cause I think it might help you feel a bit more confident; I can help you out sometime if you want! Oh, and when you talk, sure, it’s sometimes hard to hear when you mumble, but it’s also so distinctly you that I wouldn’t have it any other way. And, well, it’s nice when we’re alone like this cause that’s when I can hear you best!”
The ghosts had fled the stunned boy’s mind. Now, it just felt like wildflowers were blooming in his chest. Mirio’s hand rested gently on Amajiki’s cheek, and the wide-eyed Suneater couldn’t help but lean gratefully into the touch.
“The only thing I’d ever change about you?” Mirio finished, brushing his thumb along Amajiki’s skin. “I wish you were a bit kinder to my favorite person in the world.”
