Don’t Wanna Go -Tamaki

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+You and the Big Three are invited to a party. Mirio and Nejiere were going and so were you. You were still trying to convince Tamaki though. Eventually you relent and go to leave. You didn’t mean for him to hear it but he heard you mutter, “I don’t wanna go without you.” He grows guilty before Mustering up the courage to show up.

I finished adjusting my (skirt/dress parts) and walked over to my boyfriend. He looked up from his tablet and Smiled at me. I twirled for him before holding out my hands in silent question.

“You look very cute, bunny.” He said sweetly. I bounced in glee before going over to him. He set his hand on my waist as I leant down to peck his lips. His fingers played with the accent pieces on my waist. “I hope you have fun tonight.”

“Thank you.” I said. I went to brush my hair out one last time. “Are you sure you won’t Come?” I sat down next to him. He poked down the sleeves of his sweater over his hands.

“No.” He shook his head. My shoulders slumped and a pout came across my face.

“Please?” I asked cutely. I saw the ghost of a smile but he shook his head again. I pouted more before laying my head in his lap. His fingers immediately found purchase in my hair.

“Sorry.” He said.

“No, don’t be.” I looked up at him. I cupped his cheek and rubbed my thumb over his cheek. “I know you don’t like big crowds. I won’t make you do something you don’t like.”

“Thank you bunny.” He pecked my forehead. He looked back at his tablet, pushing his hair behind his ear. “It’s getting close to time. You better get moving.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. ” I got up and turned to kiss him. I went to pull away but he kept me in place. “Tama…” I giggled against his lips. He pulled away finally with a blush. I walked towards the door grabbing my shoes on the way.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun. Mirio and Nejire Will be there so you’ll still have company.”

“You’re right. I’ll see you afterwards.” I said waving. I turned to the door and silently sighed. “But I don’t want to go without you.” I mumbled.

3rd POV

Tamaki’s shoulders slumped as he heard the wards leave their lips. He knew they didn’t mean for him to hear it but he had. He sat there for a while feeling bad about this situation. He was taken out of his bubble by a text from Mirio.

They’re so cute but they’re missing you. Attached was a pic of you. You were talking with someone but he could see the small pout still present on your lips. Tamaki sighed before locking his phone. He didn’t text back but ran to his room to get changed.

He took in a shaky breath as he approached the party. He grip the Sleeves of his shirt as he walked in. Tamaki’s eyes darted around the crowded room searching for you and your other friends. He finally saw your (h/c) hair and slipped through the crowd.

Y/N’s POV

I laughed at the joke before holding my nose when the feeling of liquid coming out hit. Mirio laughed at me, nearly falling to the floor. I hit him in the chest to help before feeling arms wrap around me.

“Hey! What do you…” I stopped when I felt the person bury their head in between my shoulder blades. A smile came across my face and leant my head back against his. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, bu-bunny.” He muttered into my shirt. I set my hands over his. He lifted his head and reburied his face in my hair. Mirio finally stood up straight and looked back at me. His eyes widened in glee as he saw his best friend hiding behind me.

“Hey there Tama! Glad you could make it.” He said before turning back to the conversation. I could feel Tama relax a bit behind me at Mirio not making a big deal of his arrival. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Hey there.” I whispered to him. He smiled and tightened his grip.

“Hi.” He stayed in close. I pecked his lips.

“I thought you didn’t want to come. What changed your mind?” I asked before my stomach dropped. I held his face. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” He smiled. “I just felt too bad. You really wanted me to come and…” He paused. “I heard you when you left the room. How you didn’t want to go without me…”

“Awe, Tama.” I smiled, relaxing. “That didn’t mom you had to come. I would have been fine.” I ran a hand through his hair. He hummed and leant into my hand.

“I know.” He opened his eyes. “Mirio also sent me a picture of you and I could see you were a little lonely.”

“He did, did he?” I shook my head in disbelief but sniced none the less. I kiss his nose. “Well I’m glad you’re here. Now let’s go get something to drink.”

We got drinks and came quickly. Tama seemed to be having a decent time. While still attached to me, he was talking to Nejiere. Mirio was on my other side. I waited for him to have a break in conversation before I smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?” He rubbed the sore spot, looking at me in betrayal.

“You know what that was for. I told you to leave him alone!” I chided. His expression morphed from betrayal to to cheeky shock.

“Well…” I hit him again. “Ow!” He yelped and covered his head to protect himself. “Sorry! But you have to admit he is enjoying himself. So, not sorry really.” He then disappeared through the wall.

“Seriously.” I groaned. Tama turned to me.

“What up bunny?” He asked.

“Just your ridiculous best friend. Drives me nuts.” He chuckled. He nuzzled his nose into my hair. I relaxed into him. He tucked my head under his chin. We just stood there for a while before I heard his stomach rumble. “Wanna bail and go get some food?”

“Please.” He said immediately. I laughed and grabbed his hand. We walked out and I shot a text to the blonde idiot letting him know.

“Hey Tama?” I spoke up after a bit of quiet walking.

“Yes bunny?”

“How about next time there’s a party, you try and convince me to stay instead of me trying to convince you to go?” He laughed and pulled me into his side more.

“I think I can do that, love.” He said. I smiled and joined in on laughing.

@spicy-therapist-mom@dxnaii-rxse@princ3rae@iris-shihabi

: you didn’t expect your night to end a strangers bedroom with not one, but two hot men. But who are you to complain?
: alcohol, mention of weed, griding? kissing
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/: did I already post this? yes. did I delete it cuz I hated it? also yes. anyways, @uhhh-i-like-yaoi here u fucking 

Truth be told, you didn’t know what to expect when Mirio dragged you along to this party. All you wanted to do was lay in your bed and fall asleep but here you were, dressed in a way too tight outfit dancing along to shitty music.

The six shots you took before stumbling over to the dancefloor finally start to kick in. The soft buzz of alcohol flowing through your veins as you let your body move. Your hips sway along to the music while your hands run up and down your body.

It was probably the number of lustful gazes you got in this outfit but your confidence was skyrocketing. You open your eyes slightly as you gaze over the dancing crowd. Most people are grinding against each other like animals in heat, though one guy is standing stiffly amidst the crowd.

His dark eyes lock with yours. A smirk plasters itself on your lips as you curl your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. The guy’s cheeks burn into a bright red as he takes quick strides towards you.

Once he’s close enough, you wrap your arms around his neck and press his body against yours. “Hey, handsome,” you say. His body stiffens as he looks down at you.

“Wanna dance with me?” you ask. He quickly nods as awkwardly places his hands on your hips. You move one hand from his neck to his ears, fingers carefully running over one of the pointy tips.

A whiney moan falls from his lips as he instinctively grabs onto your hips tighter. “I’m Tamaki,” he says. His deep voice sends heat to pool between your legs.

“I’m Y/n,” you say before turning around. He moans as you press your ass against his crotch. You can feel the muscles of his chest and abs against your back as you press yourself against him.

One of his hands travels down to press your hips against his while the other moves to caress your neck. His hips start to move against you, swaying in sync with yours.

You two stay like that for a while, grinding against each other to the beat of the songs playing. Your lustful dancing gets interrupted when a raven-haired man moves to dance in front of you.

Scarred skin adorned his face multiple piercings glow under the multi-coloured light. Three on his nouse and two on his bottom lip. His rough appearance makes you desperately want to press yourself against him, though he beats you to it.

He moves to press his hips against yours, his face moving to press itself into the crook of your neck. Burning lips press desperate kisses against your skin. His teeth drag themselves over your neck, earning whiney moans from you.

Tamaki groans with jealousy. You were dancing with him first, why is this guy suddenly getting all your attention? He moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

You feel like your on cloud nine as both men sandwich you between them. Your hips rut against Tamako’s while your hands caress the other men.

“I’m Dabi,” he says. Good, so he has a name. You moan out his name as he sucks on your neck. You’ll probably have some hickeys tomorrow but there’s nothing a good old turtleneck won’t cover.

The three of you get lost in the music, swaying and grinding against each other. The alcohol takes its full effect as your mind become fuzzy and warm. Movements blur together as all you can focus on become the feeling of both Tamaki’s and Dabi’s bodies pressed against yours.

Their hands roam over your body, grabbing and squeezing any flesh they can. You probably shouldn’t be dancing like this with strangers. But you knew their names, they aren’t strangers anymore, right?

You push your doubtful thoughts to the side as you press your ass against Tamaki. He groans into your ears and he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck. You look at Dabi with half-lidded eyes.

Mischief glints in his eyes before he reaches a hand out to cup your face. He pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his. The roughness of his lower lip compared to his pillowy upper one makes you moan into his mouth.

His tongue glides over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You place another sloppy kiss against his rough lips before letting your parts slightly. Dabi quickly pushes his tongue in, exploring your mouth.

You groan at his taste. Smokey yet fresh, like someone set a field full of mint ablaze. Tamaki pulls away from you slightly to enjoy the sight in front of him.

Dabi’s hungry hands running over your body and your needing whines. It almost feels wrong to watch you two. Tamaki pushes himself over the edge and starts to place wet kisses onto your neck. You moan at the feeling of his teeth scraping against your skin. He leaves hickey after hickey, not caring about who might see them.

Ecstasy runs through your veins. Your nerves are tingling at the touch of the two men. You’re pretty sure you’ve died and gone to heaven, that’s the only explanation for this divine feeling.

“Do-Do you want to get-fuck. Get out of here?” Tamaki says loud enough for both you and Dabi to hear. “M-My place is just around the corner.”.

You pull away from Dabi, letting your head rest against Tamaki’s chest instead. Nodding against him, you looking at Dabi. Lust clouds his azure as he licks his lips sinfully. “God, yes,” he growls. Tamaki locks his hand with yours while the other rests on Dabi’s shoulder. He drags both of you out of the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies bump into yours though you can’t bring yourself to care.

You don’t even register that you’ve left the party until the old night air hits your skin. Tamaki wraps his arm around your waist as he looks behind him for Dabi.

The raven-haired is fishing a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Tamaki sends him a sharp look though he only shrugs at it. He places a cigarette between his lips before taking lazy strides towards the two of you.

“Want one too, hotty?” he asks as he holds the carton out for you. You reach out to grab one but Tamaki slaps your hand away.

“Don’t,” he says lowly. His growly voice sends heat through your body. “I don’t need you two to smell like smoke.”.

Dabi rolls his eyes before stuffing the cigarette that was dangling from his lips back where it belonged. “You’re no fun,” he groans.

Tamaki simply shrugs before starting to walk towards his apartment. While he still has his arm around you, Dabi hand creeps down to rest in right against your ass. He gives it a squeeze earning a squeal from you and a chuckle from him.

You three remain relatively quiet for the rest of the walk. You bask in the fogginess the alcohol has left in your mind. A droopy smile adorns your lips and your steps are slightly wobbly, though you have Dabi and Tamaki to help you walk straight.

It’s only now that you see the flush on Tamaki’s skin and the haze in his eyes. He clearly had his fair share of drinks himself. And even though Dabi seems sober, the sticky sweet smell of weed wafting of him tells you differently.

Tamaki suddenly comes to a halt. He unwraps his arm from you and starts to fish his keys out of his pocket. Dabi takes this opportunity to smoothly press you against the wall. The cold bricks hit your burning skin.

His breath fans over your face. You try to push your lips against his but he just pulls away with a teasing grin. “Come on,” Tamaki says as he holds the door open for the two of you.

You stumble into the building. The hot air circulating through the house is a stark difference from that of the cold night. “Up the stairs,” Tamaki says with slurred words.

The three of you stumble of the steep staircase, praying to God that none of you trip and fall. You giggle to yourself as you think about how badly this situation can go. You, drunk off your ass in some strangers home.

Your worries get silenced when you see some of Tamaki’s roommates walking around the house. The fact that there are others around in case the two men have malicious intents makes your muscles relax.

That’s when you spot a familiar blond mop of hair. “Mirio?” you call out. Your tall friends turn around to face you. A girl with bright purple hair is clinging onto him, kissing up and down his neck. You had no clue when he left the club.

“Hey!” he says with a smile. “What are you doing here?”. His eyes dart over to Tamaki and Dabi stumbling up the

stairs after you. “Oh, I see. Have fun!”.

He sends you a wink before darting into his room with the girl. “Didn’t know you knew 'im,” you slur. Tamaki nods before pointing to a deep purple door, most likely his.

“I know him from school,” he says before striding over to his door and holding it open for you and Dabi. “And he’s my roommate.”.

Dabi darts past you and into the room. He lets himself fall down onto the small couch in Tamaki’s room. “Nice place you got here,” he says. “Real nice.”. His calloused fingertips run over the plush material of the couch.

Tamaki lays his hand on the small of your back before leading you into his room, closing the door behind him. Sweet citrus flows into your nose. His room is spotless. Light blue led lights illuminate the room.

“Want a drink?” he asks both of you before stumbling over to the mini-fridge standing beside his desk. You nod before walking over to the couch and letting yourself fall down next to Dabi.

Dabi wraps his arms around your shoulder and pulls you to lay comfortably against his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart calms you down even further.

Tamaki pulls three bottles of beer out of the fridge, holding them up in the air for you to see. Dabi nods approvingly prompting Tamaki to open the bottles up for you all.

The soft pops of the caps being removed sound through the room. After the bottles are opened he walks over to the couch. You greedily grab the ice-cold bottle out of his hands before he sits down himself, beside Dabi.

You take a sip of the beer, savouring the bitter tingle it leaves in your throat. Dabi takes a swig of the bottle as well while Tamaki keeps on staring at the bed in front of him.

“Got some music?” Dabi asks. Tamaki nods. He pulls his phone out, quickly connecting with the speakers in his room. He opens up Spotify before handing the phone to Dabi.

“Y-You choose,” he says before finally taking a sip of his beer. Dabi smirks as he browses through the app.

You perch up as familiar tunes start to fill the room. “Arctic Monkeys? Jezus christ, you’re predictable,” you say before taking another chug of your beer.

“Shut the fuck up. It’s good music. Besides,” Dabi says before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “It’s good music to fuck too.”.

Heat rushes up to your face. You already guessed that that was the reason why Tamaki asked you to go to his place. But Dabi confirming your suspicions still makes you get flustered.

Tamaki chokes on his beer as he hears Dabi talks. Dabi chuckles as he gives Tamaki’s back a couple of slaps. “There there, shy-boy,” he says. Tamaki holds his hand up to signal Dabi to stop. He obliges and leans back into the couch again.

It stays quiet for a moment as the three of you sip on your beers. Dabi’s hand slowly creeps up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh slightly.

“Bunny,” Tamaki says. You gulp at the nickname, fuck, is it hot. “Why don’t you come to sit on my l-lap for a bit?”. His dark eyes bore into yours. You nod before handing Dabi your beer.

His eyes are glued on your eyes as you crawl over him before sitting down on Tamaki’s lap. “You’re so pretty like this,” he says. Your skin is flushed, eyes droopy and smile loopy. One of his hands rests on your hip as the other moves to caress your cheek.

“You’re gonna be a good little bunny for us, right?” he asks as he glances over to Dabi. He is still sipping his beer while his eyes are focused on your hips and the way they subconsciously grind into Tamaki’s.

“If you don’t want this, just-just tell me,” Tamaki says. You shake your head as your hands move to play with Tamaki’s hair. “You gotta say it.”.

“I want this,” you say. A smile creeps up on Tamaki’s lips. He leans in closer. You quickly take the hint and press your lips against his.

The bitter of the beer he just drank still lingers on his lips. His lips move against yours softly and sloppily. His hand cups your cheek while yours tug softly on his hair.

He lets out a groan at a particularly harsh tug. Your hips grind into his on the beat of the music. Tamaki relishes in the heat radiating off your body. Your soft skin pressed against his, your sweet taste on his lips and fingers tugging on his hair.

Tamaki pulls away, earning a whine from you. “Fuck, bunny,” he groans out. Your hips don’t stop their movements even when you can feel him becoming hard under you. You let your head rest against Tamaki’s chest as you look at Dabi.

He is still holding onto a bottle of beer in one hand while the other is palming himself through his jeans. He licks his lip, running over the cold metal of his piercings.

“You two sure know how to put on a show,” he says. His voice borders a growl, making it all the hotter. You make grabby hands towards him.

Dabi obliges by placing his beer on the floor next to the couch and leaning forward until his body is pressed against Tamaki’s. He starts to run his hands over your body. His fingertips linger around your hips and thighs.

“Whatever will we do with you?” he asks while looking at Tamaki. The indigo-haired in question leans towards Dabi to whisper something in his ear.

All you can do is stay seated in Tamaki’s lap and grind your hips against his at an agonizingly slow pace. The small amount of friction goes straight to your stomach and helps to build up the knot forming.

Dabi smirks at Tamaki’s words before he stands up off the couch. “Baby,” he coons. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed and be nice and pretty for us?”. His cooky grin makes your heart skip a beat.

Tamaki nods at you as he lifts his hands off your body. With wobbly steps, you make your way over to the bed. You sit down on it, noting the plushness of the covers.

Dabi and Tamaki take their stand before you. They gaze down at you with lust in their eyes. “Think you can handle the two of us, baby?” Dabi asks. You nod at his words.

“Of course they can,” Tamaki adds. He takes a step closer to you to gently cup your cheek. You melt into his touch. God, you could stay like this forever. “You’ll be a good bunny for us, right?”.

“If not, we might have to punish you,” he adds, earning a chuckle from Dabi. You look up at the two men through your lashes. You can’t help but get turned on beyond belief at the sight of them. You’re in for a long night, that’s for sure.

Back To Strangers II

Pairing: Amajiki x reader

Word count: 3.6K

A/N:You want it? I got it.

[previous]

It’s been a month since you stopped interacting with Tamaki Amajiki. It’s been a month since you stopped smiling at him in the hallways, stopped praising his every action because he was just so amazing in your eyes.

You never thought he would have such an explosive reaction to you. Had you seen the signs, you probably would have stopped already or toned it down. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable around you. All you wanted was to give him confidence because you knew he lacked in that area.

You guess that was always the downside to your personality. You’ve always been known to be too much sometimes. And you would never know it until it was too late. You couldn’t help it that you were naturally inviting and friendly. That’s how you were raised: to be nice to everybody and to lift people up. Unfortunately, another reason why you do it a little too much is because… well, you never got the praise growing up. Ironic, isn’t it? You were taught to be friendly but never received it back. You don’t want anyone to feel what you felt because you knew how much it could bring a person down.

But for some reason, not being able to talk to Tamaki made you even more sad. You know you should have backed off, but the heartache you felt every time you passed him or purposely turned the corner so he wouldn’t see you hurt more and more each time you did it. You thought the pain would dull with time and that you would forget all about him. Impossible you found out.

Yet, that didn’t stop you from cheering him on in the background.

During every free period when students are allowed to do anything they wanted, Tamaki would usually always play basketball outside with the boys. And usually, you would be on the sidelines, cheering him on right by his side. Eyes sparkling with amazement at his surprisingly skilled basketball skills. But because you were now to be strangers with him, you watched him from the classroom window with a glint of sadness in your eyes.

Even when you’re at home, comfortable in your bed, your eyes would sparkle every time he was on T.V, always defeating the villains. You would watch with admiration as he ate a piece of chicken, with aggression you might add, and his feet turned into two big claws, trapping the villain while his two partners took care of the rest. You even had to giggle to yourself when reporters were bombarding the hero with questions upon questions and Tamaki would hide under his hood with embarrassment.

You were at your locker, putting some books away and gathering your materials for next class. And as soon as you were about to close your locker, a familiar, friendly face popped his head through your locker.

“Oh my lord!” you yelped, dropping all your books and covered your mouth with both hands.

“Gotcha!” Mirio laughed.

“Please don’t do that ever again,” you said, picking up your books that you ever so not graciously dropped.

“My bad,” he put two defensive hands up and finally took his head out of your locker. “Haven’t seen you in a while and thought I’d you know, pop in.” You just rolled your eyes at his antics.

“In all seriousness, though,” he started and leaned against the lockers, blocking your way. “How’ve you been?” You could only give a half laugh, pretending that everything was alright.

“What do you mean? Everything’s good. Yeah, everything is just… fantastic,” you lied through your teeth.

“Wow. You really just lied to me,” he could smell you out, personally offended by your lack of trust in him.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked, defeated.

“You can be honest about your feelings?” he suggested.

“And what’s that going to do? It’s not going to magically make me feel better,” you say, dejected. Now you were being truthful to yourself. And really, you knew it wasn’t going to make you feel any better than you did now. You were still going to feel sad about your emotions, about your actions, about how you embarrassed yourself in front of the man you looked up to. You don’t think you could ever look him in the face again.

“But I can still see that you care for him. A lot,” Mirio pointed out. His expression softens and his voice low.

“And look where that got me. I cared a little bit too much and now he doesn’t even want me in his life.” God, you don’t think you’ve ever said that out loud before, and now that you have, it stung more than you imagined. Saying it out loud to another person made you wake up to the reality of it all. He doesn’t want you in his life. No matter what you were feeling, what you were trying to do. The bottom line, you made him uncomfortable. He had every right to react the way he did. Mirio could see that you were beating yourself over it and he couldn’t stand to see either of you like that.

“You know what I think? I think you should go talk to him,” Mirio suggested with so much passion it actually scared you.

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” you quickly declined his offer and you tried running away but the top student was too fast for your liking.

“Why can’t you? All you have to do is go up to him, apologize and it’ll be like nothing happened between you two,” Mirio was so cheerful and hopeful that that plan was going to work. But you couldn’t help but think the opposite.

“You know it’s not that simple,” you whisper under your breath. That happy, go-lucky smile that Mirio puts on finally falters at you sad and disheartened you looked. He feels bad, he really does. He knows how both of you feel but he also knew that the only two people who could fix this problem was only you and him. All Mirio could do was give you guys a little umph.

“He misses you, you know,” Mirio confesses. Your heart immediately aches. You didn’t know what hurt more, Mirio lying to make you feel better or the fact that he really did miss your presence. You knew he was trying to cheer you up, make you feel a little better, but it is what it is. There was no point in fixing it when there’s nothing to be fixed. Your relationship with him, your friendship, was over. And that was that.

“He doesn’t act right when you’re not there. I could give him all the compliments I want but he doesn’t have the confidence like when you give it to him. Come on, let’s go talk to him. I’ll be by your side the entire time,” he offered. You just shook your head, finally coming to the realization that you don’t deserve to be my Tamaki’s side. You were supposed to be his number one fan. So you should have known everything about him, especially the fact that he doesn’t like the attention on him. Yet, you kept pushing. And that eventually led you to being pushed to the side. You didn’t deserve to ask for forgiveness after everything you put him through. It was all your fault.

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but it’s okay. I got myself into this situation, I can handle it by myself. And besides, as long as I am supporting him from the sidelines and hopes that he can feel that, then that’s all that matters to me,” you say, somewhat proud and somewhat bittersweet. Mirio wanted to convince you more, but you looked so determined and knew that when your mind is made up, it’s made. He’d try again, but maybe another day.

The bell rang and you excused your conversation with the older one to head off to the cafeteria. You hadn’t eaten all day and you were dying to at least get something in your stomach before going off to study all day and night. You don’t usually eat much, but maybe you’d get a small snack. You found some girlfriends on the way, linking arms with them. They knew how to get your spirits up, even if it was temporary. Any thoughts of Tamaki slipped your mind. Until you stepped into the cafeteria grounds and you came face to face with the man you didn’t want to see.

Tamaki Amajiki stood in front of you, shellshocked. Face red and cold sweat dripped down the side of his face. But it wasn’t just him that had this reaction. You were both frozen in place because its been so long since you’ve been face-to-face like this. Your heart started to race and your palms were practically crying a river.

Tamaki opened his mouth slightly. He wanted to say something, anything. He wanted to let you know that he was sorry for what he said but all the thoughts got jumbled in his heads and the words got caught in his throat. So he was standing there, looking like a complete fool of himself. You could see the slight movement of his mouth, so you knew that he wanted to say something. But nothing, not a single sound, could be heard from his lips. You could only wonder what he wanted to say. Was he going to yell at you again for showing up in front of him? But judging from his expression, it wasn’t like that. So what could he be wanting to say to you? Regardless, he looked like he had to say something to you, he looked like he was getting the courage to say it, all you had to do was wait for him to speak.

Time and time went on, yet the shy boy in front of you wouldn’t say a single thing to you. As usual, you had gotten your hopes up only to be crushed in front of you. What were you thinking, he was probably still mad at you. Guess there was only one way to find out.

“Is there something you wanted to say?” you asked Tamaki, hoping that if you started the conversation, it would help him take a step further.

Long pause.

“No,” he finally answered. Your heart was shattered. No. He said no. He had nothing to say to you. Time and time again, you prove yourself to be a fool. With a saddened smile, you slowly bow your head to your senior.

“Excuse us, senpai,” you emphasized that last word. That was probably the closest you were going to be to him. Just a senior-junior relationship, barely at that. And with a tight arm squeeze with your girls, you walked passed the shy senior, regret and sadness passing through your core.

He couldn’t believe he just did that. Did he really just let you go like that? Without saying anything? After mustering all that courage, fordays, he wasn’t able to say a single word? How pathetic was he? After embarrassing himself like that, all he could was watch you leave while mentally cursing at himself.

The moment he saw you again, he finally was able to feel something, like the missing part inside of him was finally put together again. That fleeting feeling drifted so fast, he was barely able to hold onto it.

There wasn’t a single waking moment where he wasn’t regretting his burst out. He’s always subtly looking over his shoulder to see if he could get a glimpse of you walking down the hall. Even when he’s playing basketball to get his mind off you, somehow, someway, his mind is always traveling back to you. He’s so used to you standing by the benches, water bottle and towel ready to hand him when he needs it. So when he makes a basket, he instinctively looks towards that direction only to be met with disappointment each time. Whatever.

He knew he had it bad when he was waiting by his phone, waiting for some type of call or text from you after his fight. He didn’t realize how routine it was for the fight to air on T.V and right after he was done with interviews, you would be there to give him back to back compliments. Sure, he was uncomfortable with the praise because he wasn’t deserving of it. But he didn’t realize that he was always waiting for your approval. Did he fight well? Did you see his new moves? You were always the one who picked up on small things like that and that gave him even more courage and confidence that he was doing the right thing. All the feelings of shame and embarrassment was only hiding an unknown emotion that was starting to sprout in him.

So he made it his goal to at least mutter an apology to you. Back at home, Tamaki stood in front of his bathroom mirror, face red and knuckles white from clenching onto the sink. He kept practicing and practicing on what he was going to say to you. But even looking at himself was torture enough.

“You can do this,” Tamaki tried cheering himself on. Yet, the second he made eye contact with himself, two puffs of smoke deflated out of his ears. He was so mentally exhausted. Snapping out of it, he slapped both cheeks until they were numb. Now was not the time for chickening out.

“Try again. Alright. (y/n)… I’m…. sorry…” his voice trailed off at the end. But he managed to spit out one sentence and that was success that needed to be rewarded!

“I did it!” he congratulated himself softly, pumping a small fist in the air. That should be good enough right? His best friend didn’t seem to think so.

“That’s it?” Mirio asked, offended by the amount of effort he put into his apology.

“You don’t think it’s good?” Tamaki felt disappointed by his reaction. Panicking, Mirio quickly waved it off.

“No! It’s a good start! But I think you need to add a little bit more of an explanation,” Mirio explained. Tamaki nodded silently, trying to understand the assignment.

“What should I say?” Tamaki asked for help. Mirio’s face brightened up and swung his arm around the shy one’s shoulder.

“I’m glad you asked,” he said and brought out a sheet, or multiple sheets of paper, with scribbles written all over them. “Because I wrote it out all for you!”

“Wha-?!” Tamaki became flustered by the younger one’s boldness.

“All you have to do is memorize and voila! You’re back to being friends again! It’s fool proof!” Mirio was so sure of himself. Tamaki, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. How could he know that this was fool proof? Did he try it on himself, is that why he knows? What happens if it doesn’t work? There are so many ways that this could go wrong.

“This doesn’t sound very natural,” he tried voicing his concerns, but Mirio was quick dismiss it.

“As long as you practice and recite it word for word, nothing can go wrong!” Mirio exclaimed. He wasn’t super confident, but what other choice did he have? It was better than what he already prepared… if this doesn’t work, he’ll have to hide in a shell for a very long time.

So day and night, Tamaki practiced this speech until he was confident enough that he could recite it even in his sleep.

You were walking with your girlfriends after school, on the way to get some sweets to reward yourselves with a job well done from studying. It’s not bad to treat yourself every once in a while. The only thing you regret was walking in the direction you did, because you and your friends just walked into the middle of a villain attack.

The villain just burst out of a tall building, bag of money in hand and was now speeding away with a car full of his comrades. The falling glass fell all around you, you barely dodging the sharp shards. Adrenaline was pumping so fast inside you that you hadn’t even noticed all the scrapes you got. You tried running where your friends had run, but you got separated from them by a part of the building that suddenly crashed in front of you. Frightened and panicked, you just went the opposite direction, but in no time, you were trapped in between the falling debris and you had no escape route.

Your breathing started to become heavy and brain became fuzzy with no solution to your problem. You were so in your head that you didn’t even notice the huge debris falling from the sky that was headed straight to you. It was only until you saw its shadow that you looked up. But it was too late. You closed your eyes, ready to be crushed, but a pair of hands had engulfed you, pulling you out of your predicament.

When you opened your eyes, the brightness of the sun was blinding his face. But it looked like your hero was too bright for his own good. Your eyes had slowly adjusted, but your face turned into shock when you saw who was cradling you in his arms.

Tamaki-

You mean, Suneater?

“Are you okay?” his voice loud and clear with a hint of shakiness. You’ve never heard him talk so loudly before. Besides the time when he… His worried expression made you forget why you were avoiding him. His strong arms had embraced you and his breathing became heavy. He was grateful that you were safe now, but now became nervous because you were so close to him.

But reality sunk in and danger was still upon you. At least now, Suneater had gotten you out of that dilemma. There was no reason for him to be holding you that long. You shoved his chest lightly, getting out of his arms.

“Thank you,” you quickly thanked him for his kindness. And before Suneater could grab hold of you, you ran to the sidelines, making it to safety. Tamaki had the urge to run after you, but the voice of his best friend snapped him out of it.

“Suneater! We need you over here!” Lemillion shouted to his direction, making Suneater snap out of his thoughts. He’d run to you as soon as he was down.

After the villain fight, you were sitting on the side of the ambulance, getting your small wounds treated. Mirio had come to check up on you, practically dragging Tamaki with him.

“Yo!” Mirio called out to you. You looked up, smiled and waved to him. You saw who was walking behind him and you swear you wanted to hide. Your smile faded and was replaced with a fake, awkward smile.

“Any broken bones?” Mirio joked around, lifting your arms and examining them. You could help but giggle at this silly jokes.

“Just a few scratches here and there. Thanks, Mirio,” you said his name, which picked at Tamaki’s heartstrings. Knowing that you couldn’t avoid him forever, you turned to the hero next to the blonde.

“Thanks for saving me, Suneater,” you voiced. But Tamaki didn’t like that answer.

“Tamaki,” he blurted out. Both you and Mirio looked at him as if he was crazy. “Call me Tamaki. Not Suneater. Not senpai. Tamaki…” he was real bold for a second but easily became shy near the end. You gave an awkward laugh, confused on why he was acting like this all of a sudden. As if on cue, Mirio was motioning for him to recite that speech he wrote down from him. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and did the best that he could.

“I want you to know that I feel very ashamed of my actions. It might be hard for you to believe me, even after all I’ve done to you. But I have a burning desire inside me to let you know how sorry I am for saying those cruel things to you,” Tamaki couldn’t help but cringe at the lines he delivered word for word. Mirio, on the other hand, was so impressed, mouthing every word with him. “I don’t want to lose an amazing friend like you because… because…” Tamaki paused to look at you.

“Losing you is worse than all the embarrassment in the world. I’m sorry. I regret everything I said to you and I don’t mean any of it. My life feels so empty without you in it. Please. Can we please go back to being friends? I miss your voice. I miss your presence always next to me. Your happy energy is what gets my through the tough days. What I’m trying to say is… I’m sorry. I don’t want to be strangers, (y/n).” The pang in your heart when he said your name made you forgive him immediately. You could feel the sincerity in his speech. Well, maybe not that beginning part. But everything else, you could tell his heart was in his words. You tried your best to keep your tears in by pursing your lips together. You got off the ambulance and slowly made your way towards him. Raising one hand, you playfully hit his arm.

“You promise to never say those cruel things again?” you ask him.

“I promise,” he breathes. That was enough for you to jump into his arms, holding his neck tight. Tamaki holding you just as tight.

“You know you were really cool out there, right?” you cried into his shoulder.

“Was I?” he laughed, relaxing and feeling comfortable in your embrace. Finally feeling the missing piece fit back into his life.

A/N:Are you guys happy? You know how many messages, DMs that I’ve gotten for this second part? Crazy! Hope this fed you guys enough! Thanks for reading!