#Tamaki Amajiki angst
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Mha Men Reactions To You Thinking That Asking You Out Is A Joke.
—£ X Gn Reader
—£ Plot: Reader has been bullied and thinks that this is just another prank, they have been asked out before as a joke.
—£ Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki
—£ Warning: Angst To Comfort, Reader Being Insecure, Reader being bullied, Reader Making The Boys Feel Bad, Crying, Bad Language, Fighting, Happy Ending.
Izuku
-He was so confused at first, then in disbelief and angry.
Izuku had worked himself up for mouths to finally ask you out. He’s been hinting at how he feels for you but you never seem to notice. All he could do each day was think about you, how he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. He wanted to show you the world and all it could be.
So, he waited till you both got off of patrol and chased after you.
Hearing your name you turn around to see the green haired man running after you like a crazy man, flying so fast with a red tint on his face. Then to stop and huff in front of you, he laughed nervously.
“Deku? You okay…” you question and tilt your head. He couldn’t get enough of how cute you looked.
“Hmm, just want to tell you something.” He smiled and said it like a known fact. You wait for him to say something while you stand still, just waiting….Until he was just staring at you in silence.
You wave your hands in front of his face and he turned the shade of a tomato for a minute while jumping out of his skin. You were confused, he was acting strange? He hasn’t been this nervous in a while.
“Okay- Well” he takes a deep breath and then pours his heart out in a shout, “I like you- A lot. I have since you first showed me your quirk and flashed that smile. So, I want to ask you out on a date?”
Izuku came up with many scenarios of what could happen when he confessed. Like you laughing at him, rejecting him easily or harshly, even if you hit him! He planned for everything…
Expect to see you glare harshly at him, one that sent a chill down his spin. Your body tensed and your hands gripped on your bag.
“Real fuckin’ funny, deku. What? Did Bakugo set you up to this?” You spit at him. “Never thought you’d be the person to do this, is this for a prank show?” Your chest lets out a deep and angry chuckle.
He stared at you with his face drained and eyes staring wide. Was this his imagination? What are you even talking about. Did he say something wrong, he’s never seen you like this before. Cold and mean.
“Nothing to say?” You click your tongue and huff. “This isn’t a funny joke! It’s-” he watches you tear up and push a finger in his chest, “It’s cruel.”
“What the hell are you taking about?” He has no idea how much your words affect him. His chest was filling up with anger and his brows frown.
“Don’t act like you actually like me! You aren’t the first person to ask me out on a date as a prank! Or hell, even a bet!” You cross your arms and flare your nostrils.
Oh..
His eyes soften and swallow at your now trembling figure, looking so small now and shaking. Like he was a villain to make you feel worthless.
“You think I’m joking?” His hushed tone made you blink away some of the tears and whip them off quickly, nodding your head you bite your lip.
“You can tell whoever that you got me! Get your points or win, I don’t care.” You fix yourself and looked at the ground. You move backwards and turn around to walk away from him.
Izuku watched for a few seconds until he knew he couldn’t have you thinking this was for anyone else but himself. Grabbing your arm he turned you around and into his chest, coming face to face with his.
He had his serious and frustrated face, when he gets passionate. “I want you, I need you in my life. I don’t know who before made you feel like you were just a joke, but they don’t deserve anything. I want a date, a real one with fancy clothes and food.”
Your wide eyes stare in his, looking surprised. Your bodies were so close and he held you so tightly, his body was warm. “Just you and me.” He’s eyes flashed panicked as he looked between your eyes.
He heard your breath hitch and how hesitant you were to trust him. He wanted to know the battle you fought inside your head inside and out, so he could defeat them for you.
“Promise?” That small sparkle of hope made him smile.
“Promise.”
Katsuki
- He’s pissed off, man has no clue what the hell you are talking about. And how you could think he’d do something so stupid?
We all know Katsuki never half asses anything, like anything. If he didn’t want you around you simply wouldn’t. So when Katsuki knew for sure he was ready to be in a relationship, he wasn’t going to let it be half asses. You were going to be his, he would give you everything.
So, he asked you plain out. Invite you out to a restaurant and to walk around your favorite part of the city. He enjoyed how talkative you got when you were happy, so this would be just right for you.
Then you flat out yelled and him.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Being so confused his loud voice rang through the empty park.
You roll your eyes, “You don’t think I know when a trick is played on me?” You ask with a pointed glare. “Look, you aren’t the first.”
Trick? You think he’s joke about this shit?
“Huh?! You think I’d take the time out of my day, but your ass food and do your favorite thing- Just to prank you?” He shouted.
“Don’t flip this on me! I know this is just a joke, ask out the “weird” person right? They must be so easy? Is that it? Want to seem so much better then everyone.”
Then he was completely enraged. He couldn’t help the blood pumping through his body as he gripped his fists.
“How fuckin’ dare you.” He stepped closer. “You think that low of me?” You matched his glare and stood your ground.
“I didn’t think you were the person to do it. But here you are.”
“Oh?” His tone growled out and tilted his head. His dark smirk sent chills down your spine. “And who are you to tell me what I feel like?”
You felt your self becoming sick and you tried not to let it get to you. But this wasn’t how you thought your relationship would go, him turning out like everyone else.
“I know that everyone always likes to pull this shit on me! Ask me out, not show or laugh in my face! Who set you up to this Huh?”
Clicking his tongue he turned away from you, “You’re so stupid.”
“No. I am just know when I am being tricked.” He looked back at you with a daring smile.
“Oh yeah?” He laughed and crosses his arms like this was so funny. Making you break.
“This isn’t a joke! And it’s not funny.” You stomp your foot and started to get so overwhelmed and tear up. How could he be so cruel? Why does everyone do this.
He yanked your hands and pushed you to the nearest bench, you protested and squirmed but he was stronger then you. “Sit still!” He demanded as his hands pressed down on your shoulders.
You sink down and just do as he says to make this situation go faster. “You listen, got it?” He stared at you seriously. You take a minute and nod your head, his sigh made you sink farther down.
“This wasn’t a joke. I first noticed how beautiful you were when you feel asleep on my shoulder after training. I like when your cheeks puff out when you eat, or that crinkle in your nose. I like how you look around if anyone notices when you fail in training. I like it when you call me “Suki” and how it makes me feel.” His cheeks heated up at admitting theses things but it was all true.
“I wouldn’t ask you out as a joke, and you thinking that is fucked up. I don’t deal with stupid people. Tell me,” he pulled out his phone and clicked around a few and then shoved the bright screen in your face. A picture of you asleep on his shoulder with drool on his shoulder and him looking so calm. “Would I let anyone do that? No, only you.”
You could feel your heart beat up and lungs losing air. Your head ran with thoughts as you looked at him. He was serious? And you just said all those horrible things to him.
“You mean- You actually like me?” Your voice and question made him laugh and shove his phone back in his pocket.
“Maybe I do hang out with stupid people.” Okay, you deserve that honestly.
You take a breath and cover your face. “Shit.” You groan and lean back without looking at him. How could you look at him again, maybe you just wouldn’t for the rest of your life.
“M’sorry.” The word muffled in your hands and he looked down at you. He loves how embarrassed you looked, hiding your face from him. But he didn’t want you to overthink anything.
His hands wrap around your wrist and pull them away from your face. You didn’t look at him at all still but he just leaned down closer, “Look at me.” His demand was soft and quiet, so unlike him. When he found your eyes again he felt himself at ease.
“I’ll bellow up those fuckers that pulled that shit on you. I don’t have time to play games. So, go on a date with me and have a good time.” There was that voice again. His loud voice to cover his emotions.
“If you’ll have me.” Your eyes looked so soft and sad. Like he would still rejected you.
“Be waiting for you. And i wouldn’t want anyone else.”
Kirishima
- Completely taken aback. He was frozen and confused, then sad and angry. His heart was broken.
Kirishima was a man, and a good man. He kicked himself for months because he wanted to ask you out but didn’t want to ruin anything. You were just so sweet and beautiful, his heart flattered when he saw you smile.
Of course he wanted to ask you out! So, he worked up himself like izuku and made sure to be on top of his game. He would style his hair, clean up after a long day and check himself out in the mirror. He had to look best for you, like a man!
He waited until you got done with your work and headed home to ask you for a date. He was waiting for you by the door with a huge but nervous smile. His chest was filling up with butterflies,
“Y/n! Over here.” He waves you down. You looked at him and smile as you march towards him. Your regular clothes looking amazing on you, he could tell the day was rough for you but you still looked as beautiful as aways.
“Hello, good work today kiri!” Your praise made him blush harder and scratch his neck. His ego growing. “Need to teach me some of your moves.”
Okay, he needs to cool himself down. You are just too cute and pretty, he finally had you alone and ready to ask you out.
“Actually, um.” He looked at you with a wide mouth before clearing his throat. “I was going to get some food, maybe I can tell you there?”
You thought about it for a minute. You have gotten food before with him so it’s not weird. So you nod. “Sure!”
“Actually, I had something else planned.” You watch him blink, he watches you tilt your head. “I wanted to ask out on a date. Right now, to any restaurant you want of course.”
Your body tenses and hand comes to clinch your chest, looking around for the hidden camera. His smile seemed real but you knew the truth, this was a cruel prank.
“Not funny kiri.” Your voice sounded different as you got angry. You turn your head and cross your arms, “Think this is funny? What kind of a friend are you!” You shout making him sink back.
He was now frozen with his face white and smile gone. He stared at you confused and unknowing what to say.
“I’m sorry..But, what are you talking about?” You only huff at his words and puff your cheeks and chest out.
“Don’t play dumb! I know what this is,” you turn around and look for someone, “He got me! Really funny.”
Kiri stepped closer and looked to where you looked, “Y/n, it’s just you and me here.”
“Oh, so you just wanted to see for yourself what i would do? Because asking me out is so fucking funny. Well,” you hit his chest. “It’s not!”
Your words and hands feel like knives. You have never seemed so loud and broken before or yelled at him before. He wanted to tear up with you.
“I don’t think it’s funny, what are you talking about?” His hands covered the yours that rested on his chest. “Did I say something wrong?”
You tear up fully and start to cry, “I know kiri, no use of hiding it. I know this is just some stupid prank to get me to feel bad about myself and you won! Just like all the others.” You try to pull away from him but his body moves on its own and keeps you from moving.
His blood starts to rise and his teeth start to show. You think this is a prank, that he was just doing this to make you cry? And what others? Oh, this was making him pissed.
“Who did it? I’ll talk to them, that’s so unmanly! Hurting someone like that?” He leans down to you, “Let alone you…that’s the most cruel thing I have heard.”
You blink up at him, your arms struggling to pull back come to a stop. “What do you mean? You did it to.” Your voice broke and didn’t sound as angry but disappointed.
“I would never. I’m not joking y/n, I want to take you out on a date. Even more now to show you that you can be loved, like I do! Please give me a chance, you are the only person I think about!” He backs away from you and bows his head to plead.
“Let me take you out on this one date and if you don’t like it, then I can deal with it! A man has to step up. I wanna go out with you so bad!”
You stare down at him in shock at his outburst as he begs you…no one has done that before. Kiri didn’t seem like the type of guy to ever joke about this..But why would he want you?
Sighing you look away, heat coming to your cheeks. He asked you out and you just made a scene. “You mean it?”
His head shot like a dog and nodded his head quickly, “It will be the best date you ever had! I’ll even buy you dessert.” He poked out his chest with pride and now a smile to convince you.
“Fine! But if you think-” your eyes wide and throat close up as he smashes his lips onto yours. You feel yourself growing weak and unable to move.
He pulls away quickly with a blush at his cheeks, “I am serious, did that prove something?”
“P-Point proven.” He smirks at his victory and takes you by the hand to show you a wonderful night.
Tamaki
-He’s so stressed and sad, he’s confused. This one might hurt.
Tamaki gets embarrassed so easily but when he is around you something just happens to him. He’s so fluster and can’t look at you but at the same time he’s calm and needs your company. Tamaki finds himself thinking about you and your smile, how soft you look to hold. But why would you want someone like him? Someone who hides and stutters all the time.
Until he was forced to ask you out by Mirio. If he didn’t tell you then mirio would have to tell you himself. And Tamaki almost fainted on the spot. How could he face you?
So he went to your office, stuttering already and panicked. When he knocked on your door he hoped you wouldn’t be there.
“Hello,” you greet the person with a smile that only brightens when you realize it was him, “Tamaki, come in.” You open the door for him and he walks In quickly.
Your office was just like you. He loved how you made this place just as your own, it made him feel safe.
“What’s up? Need another pair of hands on a mission?” You walk back to your desk and near your gear that you needed to take off. He cleared his throat.
“N-no, actually, I have something to say.” You turn to look at his tense frame. “Oh?” Then he turned his face around and took a deep breath.
“Mirio helped me with this. Close your eyes and say what’s one your heart. Um- Okay, okay.” He whispers to himself and tightens his fists. You arch a brow and watch him curiously.
He takes a deep breath then begins to stutter and trip over his words, “W-Wanna take you out- On a date.” His voice breaks loudly. “I hope I did it right..” I wishes to himself breathy and panting.
You stare at the back of his head and place your hands on your desk..Mirio must have set him up to this. Must have felt pity for you, or to do this as a joke.
“I can’t believe you both- I’m not a bet or a joke.” He jumps out of his skin at your shouting voice. His head runs quickly at what he must have said to make you yell at him.
“This isn’t- Oh no, not how I want this to go.” He closes his eyes and shakes a bit.
“Oh? Wanted me to say yes so you guys can laugh? Or, what? Get brownie points for asking me out? Out of pity!” There you go shouting again.
Tamaki has never heard you yell like this, unless it’s a villain…is he a villain? No, he can’t be. But his ears heat up and he sinks into his clothes.
“No…I just wanted to go out with you.” He spoke louder but still hesitant in himself. He stayed still for your next words but they never come.
Only a sniffle.
You lean down on your desk and sob while trying to stay quiet. You thought that Mirio and tamaki were your friends, and would never hurt you.
He turned his head around and something twisted in his stomach to make him feel sick. Seeing you with tears rolling down your face and sink into your own skin like him, made him feel horrible.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he walked toward. You grip on the desk and let out a soft chuckle, “That’s what happens when you pull a prank on someone.”
It clicked in his brain finally that you thought he wasn’t serious. Like he just treating you less and as a joke. It was harsh to think of him like that.
“Y/n..” he walks closer to you as you stiffen the closer he got, you sob harder.
“I get it, you can tell miriro you got me.”
“Y/n.” He said clear and without a stutter, his face and body now on the side of you. “I am in love with you.” Your breath hitched and he hears it.
“You make me wanna be brave. I can’t help but get flustered and shy around you because- Well because you’re so pretty and nice. But I want to take you out..” he leans closer as you look up at him. “I want..” he trails of and glances into your eyes with matching tears curl up in his eyes.
“I want you.”
You take a deep breath and stand up straight. You feel heat raise up in your body of embarrassment, “M’sorry.” You sob again and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer.
And he’s back to being a melted mess as you hold him close. He blushes and softly wraps his arms around you and pats your back lightly. “D-Does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?”
You chuckle and pull away from him and whip off your own tears as his hands stay on your hips. “If you don’t hate me.” You nod and sniffle one more time. He smiles,
“I Could never hate you.”
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Tamaki Amajiki x Female Reader with Depression
This fanfic is going to be a sad one, but there is going to be a happy ending at the end. Trust me ;)
TW: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Self Harming, Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Bullying, Attempted Murder, Mentions of Abuse
All right, let's go :D
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You were not having a great day, well not like every other day was great.
You've spent your entire life in hell. You frequently question whether you were born unlucky.
Everything has been a disaster ever since you were born. Since you were a baby, your father has been absent, so your mother has raised you. It didn't get any better despite that, though. She was mentally unstable.
When you were seven years old, your mother tried to drown you in a bathtub but mercifully let you go. She suffered from paranoid schizophrenia. You broke out of your house and raced to your neighbor's next door.
The next thing you know, your mother had been placed in a mental hospital, due to being declared "unfit to raise a child". While you were placed in foster care.
Your foster family didn't treat you any better; they were appalling. They would consistently favor their biological children over you and ignore you in favor of playing favorites. They would verbally and occasionally physically abuse you. They threatened to return you to the foster care system and would constantly remind you that you were a foster child. It was very clear that they only promised to take care of you for money.
Not only do you get mistreatment at home, but at school too. Students would pick on you from time to time. And it gets worse every day. It first started with insults, then stealing, and then escalated to full-on violence.
Every time someone is being bullied, they always advise you to tell an adult about it, but the adults do nothing and simply turn a blind eye. You complained to the principal, a teacher, and even your foster parents, but nothing was done. Your foster parents...well, they don't really care. The teacher would just tell them to stop, the principal would just give them detention.
The bullying just keeps getting worse and worse. You thought they would learn your lesson after your bullies got detention but no, they just got angrier. They absolutely made sure your life was a living hell. They would gang up on you and beat you up, leaving bruises all over your body. They would write profanities on your desk in class, telling you such crude words.
"BITCH"
"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE!"
"DIE!!"
"SLUT"
"I HOPE YOU DIE"
"YOU BETTER WATCH OUT"
"KNOW YOUR PLACE"
"WORTHLESS"
"GET LOST"
"NO ONE LOVES YOU"
"EVERYONE HATES YOU"
Who in their right mind would say such things to another human being? It truly wasn't a surprise that you experienced depression. Your mind was clouded, and you heard voices in your head urging you to do harmful actions, and you did so.
...and you were sick of it...
Now here you were, standing on a high bridge. You lean onto the railing, looking at the water and the view of the city.
"The view is so beautiful...too bad I won't be able to see it much longer..." You thought to yourself.
As you stared off into the bright sky, memories of your life started to flash. The memory of your mother curled into a ball in the corner of the room, repeating "It's not my fault" to herself as if she's losing her sanity.
The memory of you and your foster family at a restaurant, watching as their biological kids enjoyed their milkshake and pancakes while you on the other hand got eggs, even though you also wanted pancakes and a milkshake.
The memory of your foster parents when they laughed at you when you mentioned that you were being picked on at school, saying "Don’t be so sensitive"
The memory of your bullies when they cornered you in the bathroom and beat the living hell out of you and said "Just a reminder that nobody loves you and nobody ever will, you'll just be alone and grow up to be a nobody. You should do the world a favor and get lost while you're at it" Before laughing their butt off as they walked out, leaving you in a bloody pulp.
The memory of your foster father banging your head against the wall when you came home from school.
The memory of you in your bedroom with a razor blade in your hand as you put the sharp blade on your skin and slowly moved it, making a perfect, bloody line on your arm.
And finally, the memory of your birth mother, drowning you in the bathtub.
As that memory flashed in your head, you look down at your arms, both in bandages as you recently harmed yourself. You looked back up and closed your eyes.
"Maybe they were right...I don't deserve to be here"
You opened your eyes and looked down at the water.
"I should end my life the same way my mother tried to do years ago, but failed as she couldn't bring the heart to do it. Honestly, she should've killed me, I would grow up to be a nobody anyway"
You took a deep breath as you were mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do, you never thought it would come to this, but hey, life sure is surprising.
As you went back about your past, you knew you had made the right decision, you didn't want to live like this anymore. You were tired of your foster family using you for money. You were tired of the non-ending insults and beatings you received from them and your bullies. You were tired of feeling like a piece of shit. You were tired of falling apart. You just want it to end.
You were about to climb over the railing when you spot someone walking. They stopped and looked at you for a split second before deciding to stand right next to you and lean onto the railing.
You immediately stopped what you were doing, you didn't want anyone to witness you about to jump off of a bridge. You wanted to go back home but remembered what's to come when you go there, so you stayed and waited patiently for the person to go away so you can finish what you were doing.
You both didn't talk, you just admired the view. You glance at this person, he was a boy about your age, he had messy indigo hair which sticks out behind his head, and ears that were very pointy, somewhat elf-like. You recognize this boy, he went to the same school as you, and although you weren't in the same class as him, you'd sometimes spot him in the hallway hanging around that blonde kid.
You were a little bit frustrated that this elf-looking kid was interrupting your death, but it's not like you can just say "Hey, so I was in the middle of killing myself, if you could just please leave and don't tell anyone, that would be great"
"H-Hello..."
You were taken aback when the boy suddenly spoke to you, even though you don't know him, you heard from other students that he is known to be quite shy and usually doesn't start up conversations.
"Hi..." You replied, not looking at him.
"I-I didn't know you come here, I-I usually come here f-for comfort whenever I need to feel s-safe"
"Yeah, I always come here just to view the city, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay," You said as you frowned. This was the first time you came here, you only came to get one last look at the city of Musutafu before you were about to take the leap of faith.
"Aren't you t-that girl that got milk poured all o-over you at the cafeteria today?" He asked.
Your body froze at that. Your mind instantly went back to when your bullies took your carton of milk from your lunch tray and poured it all over your head, leaving you soaking wet as they laughed at you.
"Yeah, why? You want to laugh at me and say how much of a loser I am"
"N-No! That is not my intention! I'm not that kind of person!" He finally looked at you.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how those girls treated you, y-you don't deserve that"
You scoffed, "You're just saying that to make me feel better"
"No, I'm saying that because I feel bad for you! I pity you!"
"Who cares? I'm worthless anyway, I don't even know why I thought things would get better"
"N-No! You're not worthless! Y-You're amazing! Even though I barely know you, I know you're a w-wonderful person with big dreams that I know you're gonna accomplish, who cares if others are too self-absorbed to see that"
You were shocked by what he was saying, nobody has ever said something nice to you before. Your whole life you've been given insults left & right, but this was new.
"You really mean that?"
"Y-Yes! I mean everything I said. You don't deserve to be treated as anything less than a human. You deserve to be treated how you want to be treated"
Tears started to form in your eyes, this was the first time someone has ever comforted you, was this what it's like to be liked by someone, if so, please don't let it end.
"A-And to think that those girls want to be heroes, last time I checked, heroes don't pick on i-innocent people and beat them up for no reason, they're better off to be seen as v-villains."
Out of nowhere, you hugged him. This took the shy elf boy by surprise as he wasn't expecting you to react like that. He blushed before hugging you back. He knew he did something right, he snapped you out of your bad thoughts and brought good ones into your head.
You, on the other hand, were crying on his shoulder, you were in so much pain, you just wanted someone who cares for you and loves you. I guess God answer your prayers and brought an angel to help you out.
"Thank you! Thank you so much! I wanted someone to say that to me all my life!"
"Y-Your w-welcome. Don't listen to what anybody says. You keep your head up high and focus on yourself. I will be there for you every step of the w-way"
You broke the hug. "By the way, I never caught your name"
"Tamaki Amajiki"
"Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" You smiled.
The rest of the day, you chatted with Tamaki, you've talked about heroes, your hero names, your quirks, what you can do, etc. But in the end, you both parted ways. You went back home to your foster parents, which you dread for. Even though you got the most terrible beating you could ever ask for, you smiled as you finally made a friend in forever.
The next day, you hang out with Tamaki and that blonde kid who you learned his name was Mirio. Sure, you got passed insults from your bullies and got assaulted by them a couple of times. You had two new friends that got your back.
3 years later...
Things had gotten a lot better over the last 3 years.
To start things off, you were able to make it into your dream school, U.A. High! Along with your long-time pals, Tamaki and Mirio. Oh, speaking of Tamaki, you two started dating. This man was the sweetest boyfriend, despite his shy and timid nature, he'd always take care of you and would be there for you when in need of comfort.
You also made a new friend along the way, Nejire Hado was the name. Her endless curiously and childish personality always made you giggle. She always believed in you whenever you start feeling down about yourself, she would literally yell at the top of her lungs that you could do it. All in all, she's pretty great to hang around with.
Also, you become one of the top hero candidates in all of Japan, along with your boyfriend and your new friends, thanks to the newfound support, you learned how to master your quirk and became one of the best students of U.A. You guys became known as The Big 4.
Even better, now that you are 18 years old, you have been officially removed from the foster care system. The only issue was that since you didn't have much money, they needed to make sure you had a somewhere to stay, which you don't.
Luckily, your mentor, Fatgum, was kind enough to let you live with him until you were able to afford a place to call home. How did he know you were a foster child? Well, long story short. He may or may not have seen your healed up scars on your arm while you guys were on patrol one day.
Your hero suit tore when you were fighting the bank robbers because you and your friends got caught up in the crime. Your scars have now completely healed, however the cuts still have bright red lines. And because they are so obvious, you always wear long sleeve shirts or arm warmers to hide them.
When Fatgum took notice of this, he had a chat with you privately, asking if everything was okay with you. You tried to explain that nothing was wrong but he insisted to tell him the truth, especially since those scars looked like they were done months ago. So, you finally spilled the beans of what's been going on in your life.
You told him about your mentally unstable birth mother, the abusive foster parents, and the bullying that you'd endure in middle school, but you also told him that you're doing fine after middle school because you found someone that turned your life around.
Fatgum was about to take action against your foster parents but you stopped him because you were 17 going on 18 in just a few months and once you turn 18, you'll be out of their house and out of the system. He hesitated at first but eventually promised to not send those horrible parents to jail for child abuse.
Now you live with Fatgum. He treated you like his own daughter, something your foster parents never did. It's true what they say, Fatgum really is a dad.
However, only you and Fatgum are aware of this, nobody else knows it. Not even your own boyfriend. You haven't told him about the real reason why you were at the bridge, or your depression, or the hell you went through.
You knew the man would blame himself even though none of this was his fault, nor was he involved. But, that's just how he is. Maybe one day you'll tell him. Thank him for saving your life, even if he doesn't realize it. But not now, you don't want more problems when everything was getting better and better.
And to think that none of this wouldn't have happened if Tamaki didn't come to the bridge...
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Tamaki Amajiki Masterlist
Here is where you will find all of my writing for Tamaki! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3
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pov: unexpected reunion with Tamaki Amajiki at a tv show (after he ghosted you)
genre: light-hearted angst
Still no matter where I go,
At the end of every road
- Chelsea Cutler & Jeremy Zucker
tags: @vtte (pls let me know if you wanna be tagged to all my bnha povs)
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"He's our very own handsome hero, Suneater!"
"Whoahh, Suneater. How are you today?"
"I'm alright."
"The whole night you've been trending."
"What's up with you? You're not facing the wall?"
Crowd laughs.
"...nothing."
"Really. Well, we're going to talk about that in a while since the person you want to talk to is here!"
"Here are the criteria for the contest. Please remember them and let's welcome our judges!"
"Hell yea!"
"Oh my gosh!"
"So... Y/N agreed to our request in being one of judges tonight."
"Yes."
"Hey, Y/N."
"Came back, huh?"
"Y-you all look great this Saturday. Really bougie."
"It's for the excitement today. Also, Red Riot was our guest this morning and kindly shared with us life hacks involving his quirk."
"There was also retired hero: All Might's interview."
"So much has happened today."
"What about you? Good thing you fell asleep despite trending, Y/N."
Chuckles. "It surprised me to find out I was trending. Woke up with many people tweeted me."
"Yep. It shocked us too. So the public has known what happened off cam. And yesterday, a relevation came to Y/N, after all these years, to something that has been weighing on their mind—"
"To make it clear."
"About... well, you and Suneater were seen together alot back then."
"But then, the two of you, suddenly stopped."
"Did the two of you got together?"
"Present Mic!"
"What? We all wanted to ask."
"No, we didn't." Head shake. "But I liked him. I didn't reject him. I was tryna catch him or like, make sure he liked me too before I confessed. And then uhh—" Laughs. "He ghosted me. " Smiles. "But at least, like I said yesterday, now you're okay, and I'm okay. We're okay."
"Yeah. Thank you."
"So you two understand each other now?"
"Yes. There were actually two sides back then. I had thought only about my own point of view but after yesterday, he had his own point of view and to hear it in person?" You motioned your fist downwards to your open palm. "I was like 'so that's where he was coming from.'" You touch your knuckes to you heart. "And now, I feel like a weight has been lifted. And if we pass each other in the hallways..." you waved your hand to and fro. "We won't be awkward anymore, or try to avoid each other." You laughed.
"Ah, I remember those fistbumps you two gave each other. There was awkwardness."
"Yesterday, it wasn't just fistbumps. They held hands."
"Suneater, you mentioned earlier before we hit live, you said you couldn't sleep last night. Why is that?"
"Of course, I couldn't. There were too many things— too many what-ifs flashed in my mind."
Slowly, you feel the corner of your mouth dropping but you catch yourself and smiled more. You touch your throat as if a physical manifestation of a lump was there.
"What-ifs?"
"Well, for twelve years, I thought I didn't have a chance." Tamaki motioned a hand in your direction. "I thought you didn't like me. The reason why I was a coward, the reason why I didn't pursue what I felt for you... I wasn't able to stand by what I felt for you was because— I was afraid for myself. I thought I didn't stand a chance with all those other people wanting your attention. Like Red Riot."
"Oh yeah, I remember him telling me that you and Red Riot dating."
"No, at that time, Red Riot and I were hanging out a lot because we were best friends and we happened to be volunteering for the same organization."
"You and Red Riot had your little group with Ground Zero, right?"
"Yep and at that time, Red Riot was dating his now wife, and our little group was actually encouraging him to propose already."
"Oh... so Suneater misinterpreted the situation."
"Well what did you realize last night, Suneater?"
"That.. maybe if I wasn't cowardly back then, if I pushed myself and acted on my feelings for you, maybe we'd still be together."
"Awww."
"Right? We'll never know."
You put your hand against your chess, fiddling with the pendant of your necklace, while your other hand scratches at your elbow.
"But well, it's a good thing you two didn't get together. Can you imagine how much creativity you'd have to put in making his lunches with his quirk? That's alot of responsibility!"
This made everyone laugh in the studio.
"So you wished if only you acted on your feelings..."
"I was belittling myself back. I felt small. I didn't have a car back then. When we went on dates," Tamaki turns to you once more. "I'd ride in your minivan. And when we went to that restaurant Ya—Yebisu?"
"Yebisu." You nodded.
"Yebisu. We were with your brother—or cousin, or family, I wanted to treat them at that time, I was just starting out and I had no money. So I made myself small. I belittled myself. You invited me to your show at Shinjuku—"
"TOHO theatre."
"At TOHO and I even borrowed my friend's car. I invited Lemillion and Nejirechan. I gave you flowers that night—" He looks away from you, blinking rapidly and then resumed eye contact. "Do you still remember that? Because I remember. All of it."
You tightened your grip on your microphone, hoping it helps you stand your ground after seeing Tamaki's reddened eyes. His gaze threatens to topple you down by sheer intensity.
"I only stopped because I really thought you didn't like me." He placed a hand on his chest. You and him don't notice how mirrored your gestures are. "I want to apologize. To you. I didn't realize that I had a chance with you."
You clutched your pendant into a fist. You smiled once more but this time, it's all wobbly.
"I'm sorry."
The sympathetic 'awws' from the crowd pulled you away from his stare.
"You stopped because you felt ashamed. You felt small."
"Because every time we'd dine out..." Tamaki gestures to you. "They'd pay the bill."
You looked to a spot on the ground, gaze out of focus.
"I couldn't do it."
Your lips trembled for a moment, it felt too cruel to look at his face and see what kind of expression he had on as he confessed. Memories replayed in your mind, naming all those expressions he had that used to be undecipherable to you.
"And you had so many fans, every concert you had a whole crowd screaming at you. And after your concert, so many of them would ask to take a picture with you. Then there was me. I was unknown back then. So I felt inadequate. I thought I wasn't for you even though it was real. All of it. What I felt for you was real."
You smiled at that and then laughed at that random person in the crowd howling. You wanted to say something, you take a breath but couldn't utter a single word. You settled for rubbing a soothing hand to your heart.
"I remember your last text message to me was asking me to act in your music video. I said yes. I waited. Was waiting. Turns out nothing."
You nodded at him and gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you. It's important to me to know your side of the story. For me, I thought you got fed up with me."
"'Cause you were a star."
"A star he couldn't reach."
"Not like that. More like, I came from a very conservative family. The kind that had curfews and no partying. So I thought maybe Suneater got tired of waiting for me, so yeah..."
"Strict parents, huh."
"Yeppp."
"That was what I thought. I remember—" You laughed. "The song I was fond of back then because I related that song to him when he ghosted me."
"What song?"
" It was 'You were good to me'. I thought that although he probably found someone who was a better fit with him than I did, he was good to me."
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YESTERDAY'S SHOW.
"For you Ms. Sakurada, I agree with what Hikaru said. Even if you two didn't even get to label things as long as they made you feel deeply and then the next moment, they're gone. Sheesh. It would hurt."
"Right? It sucks when they ghost you."
"Really, really hurts. Right, Suneater?"
"What?"
"Ohmygosh."
"Suneater?!"
You laughed at the chaos you ensued because of the bomb you just dropped.
"What is this???"
"Whaaaaat"
"I'm just teasing." You held up a peace sign at Tamaki.
"Real talk, Suneater, what year were you rejected by Y/N?"
"Nooo."
"Wow, that shit hurts."
"Wh-wh— they were my first crush."
"First crush."
"Wow."
"That was 2022, right Y/N?"
You shot you brows up and down to affirm what he said.
"So, it's been twelve years."
"If you two ended up together, your kids would've been teens by now."
"But I didn't turn you down." You put a hand on your hip and stared Tamaki in the eyes.
The studio was suddenly filled with cheers and howling.
"You didn't turn him down but you told him to just stop?"
"No, um— he suddenly stopped sending me coffee." You laughed as you see Tamaki face the wall.
"Ah, so you ghosted them, Suneater."
"Omg, the coffees you posted before was from him?"
"Is he the inspiration for your song eclipse?"
"I'm just teasing you, Maji. You were actually sweet and romantic back then."
"When he stopped sending you coffee, were you sad?"
"Yeah, I was." You fixed up your dress, somehow the mood has changed and the lightheartedness has transitioned into something else.
"So he had a chance???"
Someone in the crowd cooed at the question. You barely notice how much you're fidgeting with your blouse now, you can't help but laugh at reflex at the absurdity of the question.
"Hold up, I'm already married! But it's been so long so it's okay, and I guess at that time, I had butterflies in my tummy 'cause of Maji so yes."
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AN: why are we here just to read this—
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You Flinch During an Argument -Amajiki Tamaki
A/n: so sorry this took so long! I had a good thing going but my power went out and it got erased </3
I do think this one's better though. Technically this is the third legitimate try <33
Edit: I'm trying out a new format for my info.. is it better or worse O.o
General info:
Wc: 1,176 words | angst to fluff/comfort | Character/s: Tamaki Amajiki
Warnings!: loneliness, snapping, flinching, a little bit of crying. Please let me know if I miss any! <3
Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi
The night was cold as you sleepily flipped through your journal, not wanting to write but knowing you should. The entries from the last three months have been short and filled with a dull ache of lonliness. They lacked the usual length and warmth you poured into the pages, ranting on about how sweet your timid Tamaki is and how much you adore him and his ever lasting warmth.
The rambling would go on and on, but now you wrote a paragraph or two about how your life has been 'fine' and that Tamaki has been super busy- if you wrote at all.
There was one or two that held multiple paragraphs of your frustration and not knowing who to blame- knowing that it wasn't Tamaki's fault that there weren't enough heroes to protect the innocent of your large city.
Tamaki was doing his best to protect the defenseless, and you admired that- but the dull ache that sat in the pit of your stomache couldn't go ignored much longer.
Sighing, you closed your journal, standing up from your desk to head to the living room, deciding to talk to Tamaki tonight.
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Four hours later Tamaki walked through the front door, tall form drained from exhaustion as he made his way inside, already stripping off his hero gear.
"Tama?" You call, poking your head out from the living room to sadly smile at your Tamaki.
"Oh. Hey y/n." Tamaki yawned, dropping both his cape and mask onto the floor as he dragged his feet towards your room, tossing his belt onto the kitchen table before moving onto taking off his gear further.
"Wait, Tamaki!" You call, stopping at the bottom of the stairs as Tamaki paused, looking back at you.
"Yes bunny?"
"Ummm.. can we talk?" You ask, smiling at the nickname Tamaki gave you the first week into your marriage- though he later admitted that he thought of it when you two were simply friends but was too shy up until that point-.
"Baby, I'm really tired.. is it important?"
"Yes.. it'll only take five to ten mintues."
"Okay baby, where do you want to talk?" Tamaki yawned.
"How about the living room? I can give you a shoulder massage while we talk if you like." You smile, causing Tamaki's eyes to shine as he smiled down at you.
"I'd like that."
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After you were both situated you started by squirting some lotion on your hands before spreading it onto Tamaki's left shoulder, immediately noticing his many knots.
"Okay bunny, what did you want to talk about?"
"Oh.. so I know that you're working really hard and are really tired.. and I also know that we haven't had us time in a while.. so I was wondering if you could take a day or two off? Not much, just a day or two would be fine."
Tamaki was silent as you bit your lip in anticipation, hoping you didn't upset him somehow.
"Y/n.. are you serious?"
"Y-yes?"
"Do you know how many people might be dying right now? I can't just laze about spending time with you because you're feeling lonely. Why don't you go hang out with some friends?"
"T-that's not the same.."
"How so?"
"I want to spend time with you Tamaki. You know, my husband?" You scoff, starting to get annoyed.
"And I want to spend time saving people y/n, why don't you stop being sensitve and start thinking about other people?"
"But I've been holding my feelings back for months! Please! I'm just asking for a day- even a few hours is fine!"
"Y/n. No. Now if you're done I'd like to get to bed."
Jerking his shoulder away from your touch, Tamaki started standing up.
"But wait Tama-"
"No. I'm disappointed in your selfishness y/n."
"Wai-"
"Stop."
"Pl-"
"I said stop!" Tamaki hissed, turning around to face you within a second.
At the sudden movement and change of tone you flinched back, tears gathering in your eyes as you stared up at Tamaki, eyes wide.
As Tamaki glared down at you he froze as you flinched, heart immediately breaking as he saw the tears in the corners of your eyes.
"Y-y-y/n I-"
"I-it's okay Tamaki.. you don't need to say anything. I get it. I-I'll just go to bed now."
"B-but y-y/n.." Tamaki whimpered, guilt consuming him as he watched you walk away.
"Y-y/n.. I'm sorry.."
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You quickly got in bed after hurrying up the stairs, wiping at your eyes as you clung to your pillow, staying as far away from Tamaki's side as possible.
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You awoke the next morning to the sun shining in your eyes.
Wincing, you turned around to feel for Tamaki, forgetting all about last night and the dreadful few months.
After feeling how cold Tamaki's side of the bed you sighed, memories coming to you in flashes as you stared at his side of the bed.
Wiping away the stray tears, you got out to get ready for a day worse than the one yesterday.
After getting dressed you made your way down stairs, deciding to get on top of your piling to-do list to help get your mind off of Tamaki.
Stepping into the kitchen, you stepped back at the sight of a lavish breakfast filled with all of your favorites spread across the newly cleaned kitchen table.
"T-Tamaki.." you whimper, looking at your beloved with tearful eyes as he guilty studied you with his indigo orbs.
"Y-y/n I-"
You interrupted Tamaki as you rushed into his arms, clutching the back of his shirt, desperate for comfort from the man you've grown to adore.
"Y/n I- I'm so so sorry." Tamaki mumbled, burying his face into your hair to mask the tears falling from his eyes.
"I forgive you Tamaki, I know you were just over worked and didn't mean to take it out on me."
"I promise you- I really didn't me an to, a-and I feel terrible about it."
"Shhh it's okay baby.. I already forgave you. We just need to reflect on what we did wrong tonight and make sure not to do it in the future. Next time, I'll wait until you're less exhausted, and you'll make sure to remind me that you're too tired, mkay?"
"O-okay.."
"Now baby.. why are you home? Don't you have work?"
"Nope, I took the next two weeks and a half off. I know that it won't make up for the months of loneliness, but I'll try to be better, I"ll take less shifts and make sure to only leave for emergencies when I'm off the clock.
"Alright, that's a good start."
"I may need today and possibly tomorrow to sleep.. but I cleaned the entire house -besides our room- and looked at your to- do list and did a few of the bigger things on there.. oh and I made us breakfast.."
"Tamaki. I love you. So, so much."
"I love you too bunny. I'm really rea-"
"Shh, I already said I forgive you. Now, let's eat!"
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Just some idea for quirk drawbacks
-Denki Kaminari's actual drawbacks are painful aftershocks that can leave scars on his bodies, so he sets his limit way lower to protect himself and not worry his friends, and when he accidentally goes over that set limit, he pretends to go dumb mode
-When Shinsou uses his quirk too much, he can't think straight, and has difficulty doing basic tasks
-Kiri's skin is overly sensitive after overuse
-Bakugou has a slight tremor in his hands, and he's slowly going deaf
-Mirio has a hard time staying solid
-Tamaki can't eat anthing if he overuses his quirk. He just throws it all up
-Overuse for Tokoyami causes Dark Shadow to influence his emotions, making even the smallest things infuriating
-Mina does get burned sometimes by her acid, but when overused, she has difficulties controlling her ability to emit it, or how acidic it is
-Todoroki has issues with making himself comfortable. His body can't stay one consistent temperature, and never the same temp in more than one place
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Can I get an angst to fluff scenario where the reader some how snaps at Tamaki?
Sure thing!
As requested a Tamaki x Reader angst to fluff.
You stood angrily in the messy kitchen, arms crossed and left foot tapping repeatedly in agitation. The messy counter tops and dishes piled in the sink were driving you to the brink of losing your cool for the first time in your newly wed marriage to Amajiki Tamaki.
You stood staring at the mess still wearing your business suit and with the large purse you'd always take on business trips with you slung over your right shoulder. You were gone for a week, and from the state of the house, it had been about that long since the house had been cleaned last. How could one man make such a mess alone on the house for seven days?
You knew he was busy with his hero work but you were busy with your job as an accountant as well and you still managed to clean up after yourself AND your husband for the past three months. You were pissed. You never used to even think twice about the cleaning, you just did what needed to be done, but having him here by himself making such a mess while you were out there working hard to help setup a new branch in a city six hours away made you realize for the first time that you were the only one doing all the cleaning so far.
This. meant. war. Turning around, you walk back out the door, lock it, and call a taxi to take you to a hotel your company frequently uses.
-Two hours later-
Tamaki worked hard again today at work. He hated being around all the people, but what was worse was all the attention he got from people who saw his quirk for the first time. He liked to use the tentacles from eating octopus and squid to help wrangle in the villains, but sometimes a bystander would comment on it being gross, one even made a crude comment about him being a hentai because of it... That hurt. The only woman he'd ever been with was the love of his life, his wife, his precious one.
Thinking about her took the sting away from the pain of the insults and disgust from others, as well as calming the incessant pounding of his chest whenever he had to be around others. Other people... terrified him. But not his precious wife. She was all that was good in this world. For her, he could do anything, deal with anything. And he smiled lightly to himself on the train home, all while hiding his face beneath his hood. He knew she would be home today, and he couldnt wait.
The rest of the trip home was a blur of discomfort and pent up tension. Like a mantra Tamaki just kept reminding himself of the day it was- the day his love would come home from her business trip. The longest they had been apart since they had met over a year ago.
His smile widened as he neared the door to their home, and it was a full on toothy grin when he opened the door, expecting to see the love of his life waiting there for him eagerly.. but she was gone. The smile instantly died, but he looked around for you. The house was untouched since the last time that he came home, he hadnt had a lot of time to be home, only 2-3 hours a day to eat and sleep before his job called for him again. He missed you so much that he busied himself with work to distract him from the loneliness. He had been doing so much overtime every day blended in with the other and all he did when he got home was eat something quick and sleep.
But today was supposed to be different. He didnt take the extra shift today he had been taking, some days he would be working triple shifts, some days he'd be stuck doing an extra and a half.. but today he asked to come home as soon as possible. You were no where. The house literally was untouched.
He immediately pulled out his phone and called your number. No answer. After leaving a voice mail, he instantly started to text you, asking if you were okay and where you were. No answer. He started to have a full blown panic attack, grabbed out some old leftovers from the fridge to slam down so he could use them with his quirk and ran for the door. *Ding* the notification went off on your phone, a whole 3 minutes after your text. This wasnt normal for you two. Both of you always responding within a matter of seconds to each other since before the engagement. "I'm staying at a hotel until you can clean your mess up. Slob. 😤"
Tamakis heart froze as he read your text. He closed the door he just slung open, about to desperately search high and low for you. Opened the tiny shoe closet, walked in, and closed the door. Huddled into a ball Tamaki cried himself to sleep. The pent up exhaustion and the build up for you coming home all hit him like a freight train. He slept stone cold for 15 hours.
-3 hours after the fight-
You sat in your bed angry for maybe 15 minutes after you sent that angry text. Then you started to think about what you knew of your Tama and realized you were overly harsh to him. You texted him almost right away after you pulled your head out of your bottom but it was no use. He wasnt responding. Text after text you sent, he didnt reply. You started to panic. Quickly checking out of the hotel, you took a taxi home, it was faster, though more expensive, than the bus or the train. Getting home you worriedly looked at the phone again, nothing. Not even a sign that he had read your text.
Anxiety hit you for the first time in your life to the level that you knew your love had to deal with on a daily basis. You could barely breathe. You thought of all the worse case scenarios and your anxiety continued to spiral out of control. You finally arrived outside of your home, you practically flung the cash at the driver as you dashed out of the taxi and ran to the door to your house. Going inside you saw nothing. He was gone. The house was still a mess, but you didnt even care at this point... He even opened the fridge and never closed it this time... for a brief moment agitation struck you. Seriously!?- you thought. Then you stopped yourself. You realized that he was not in a normal frame of mind, and that it was your harsh words that must have been a dagger to his already fragile heart.
You called for him, but he didnt come. You took a walk in the neighborhood around your home, looking for him, calling for him, texting him, calling his phone. Nothing. He was just gone. You worriedly called his agency, they said that he hadnt contacted them since he clocked out, and that he said he would be taking an extra long time off so he could spend it with you. But he was gone.
Going home you brokenheartedly berated yourself. Mascara dripping down your face as you clung to the phone desparately with one hand, and tidied up the house with the second. Every 30 seconds or so you looked down at your phone, willing him to text or call you back. Sending another apology and a desperate plea for him to reach out to you. Within an hour the house was spotless. But he still hadnt gotten ahold of you. Grabbing a gallon of icecream and a spoon, you sat on the couch and put your favorite rom-com on. It didnt help. Mascara was all down your neck at this point I must look like a monster out of a horror movie by now you thought to yourself.
You spent the next 11 hours on that couch. Eating half the gallon and being too lethargic from the wave of depression and anxiety to even put the icecream away, you set the last half of the gallon on the coffee table. Not even caring that it would melt. Somewhere in the second half of the movie, you fell asleep, dreaming of your precious Tama leaving you for another woman because of how cruel you were.
A gentle touch and a familiar voice woke you. Opening your eyes with a start, you saw your Tama there. Red eyes brimming with tears as he looked down at you. He muttered something you didnt understand. Still groggy from your sleep but so excited to see him you mutter "Huh?" His lips start to quiver and his voice is shaky. "I'm s-sorry babe. I-I.. didnt mean to leave such a me-" You pounce on him before he can finish his statement. Clinging to him like you were drowning and he was a live persever and your own chance at survival. "Dont say it. Dont you dare say sorry, you dummy. It was my fault. I'm so sorry baby. It was my fault. I am so sorry I got mad at you." You plead for his forgiveness. "No, bunny, its my fault. I am so sorry I left such a mess. I wasnt home a lot while you were gone. I was too miserable to be in this empty house without you. Next time, I will make sure its clean for you when you get home." Tama states with a heart-wrenching determination. "What do you mean next time you stupid octopus. I'm never leaving you again."
You both spend the next three hours in each others arms. Whispering assurances to the other, crying, kissing, and something a little more private at the end. Your day ends with you both entwined breathlessly in each others arms, all of your needs met, all insecurities swept away with the pure affection and love you have for each other.
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Tamaki X Pregnant Reader
Slight angst baby but with happy ending, short story
You and Tamaki have been together for 2 years thanks to Neijire and Mirio's help. However little did you know a suprise pregnancy just might mess it up.
You were in the bathroom startled, scared, anxious, and stunned starring at the stick with 2 lines. "How could this happen? I have to tell Tamaki! But will he be happy? Or will he be mad?" (Y/n) thought. So she decided to call him and asked if they could meet up at a park. Whe Tamaki got there he gave you a hug and kiss. "Bunny, is everything okay? You sounded anxious on the phone." he said. (Y/n) took a deep breath and said "well... I'm pregnant! Isn't that wonderful?" Tamaki had a stunned look on his face and replied "uh... I-I-I-I don't k-know about t-this. I mean w-what about being a h-hero? Wouldn't t-t-that g-get in the way?" Tears fell down your face as you yelled "HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?!?! You know what? FORGET IT WE DON'T NEED YOU!" And with that you left heart broken.
5 years later...
Life has treated you well you have a baby boy named Shu who resembled Tamaki in every way starting with the shy smile, the ears, plus Tamaki's hair, and his personality. Recently you've gotten a call from Neijire asking if you could come over. You said yes and with that you grabbed Shu and started the drive. When you arrived Neijire looked at Shu with wide eyes "OMG! Is that Tama-" before she could finish you covered her mouth and gave her a nod. Shu tugged on your shirt and said "mama I need to go potty" Neijire said for him to use the one upstairs cause the one downstairs was broken. With that Shu went upstairs to use the bathroom.
Neijirie then said "Oh. My. Gosh! I never knew you and Tamaki had an adorable baby!" You gave a sad smile and explained everything. With Neijire gave you a hug and said "I am pretty sure he regrets it cause after the break up he never was the same. He talked less. And me and Mirio had to force him to eat." (Y/n) gave a sad smile and said "part of me still loves him despite of what happened. I mean every time I look at Shu I see him. And when we watch the news Shu will say how great Suneater is and that he wants to be a hero like him. I wish I could talk to him again b-" "I AM SO HAPPY YOU SAID THAT (Y/N)! Cause I invited him and Mirio over!" "WHAT?!?! I didn't mean right now!"
When all of that was going on Shu was walking down the stairs. However he missed a step making a yelp as you and Neijire watched in horror. However before he fell a tentacle flew out of no where and stopped him from falling down the stairs. Your eyes widen as you saw Tamaki. 5 years. It's been 5 years since you've seen him. As Shu was loured to the floor he sprinted into your arms and said "MAMA! That was so scary! But that guy saved me. He just like my favorite hero Suneater!" You smiled and said "ya... uh we gotta go baby" "okay mama"
"Um. Thanks Tamaki" you mumbled as you rushed out the door holding Shu close. As you walked of Tamaki went after you and wrapped a tentacle around you. You looked back and you both had tears falling down your faces. Tamkai was the first to speak "(Y-y/n) I am s-o s-sorry I thought I-I-I had everything I w-wanted but I didn't. I n-need you. And our son. I know what I did was wrong and I am sorry I-" before he could finish you went into a hug and cried leaving Shu confused. "I lobe you Tamaki! And I forgive you I want you back in my life and I want you here for Shu."
"M-mama who is he?"
"This is your father" (y/n) said giving Shu a smile. With that Shu gasped as he couldn't believe what his mother said.
Few Years Later...
You and Tamaki where now married and back in love after going to couples therapy to keep things happy. As some more time went on you had a baby girl named Ema who looked like you but with Tamaki's ears.
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Mission
Tamaki Amajiki x gn!Reader
Warnings: slight angst, injured reader
Word count: 575
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You couldn't even remember what had transpired as everything went down in mere seconds. As you were following a villain with the intention of arresting him, there had been a loud bang followed by lots of dust and the unmistakable rumble of a collapsing building. And then...?
You'd woken up surrounded by pure darkness. While you couldn't see a thing, you could smell the dust particles in the air, interwoven with the stench of copper, and the realization hit you. It took you a moment to localize the source by carefully moving your limbs an inch or two, but just as you tried to move your left leg, a stinging pain shot through your nerves. It was your leg that was injured and possibly still bleeding. You heavily but as steadily as possible breathed into the darkness in an attempt to somehow work through the pain.
You could feel your chest grow tighter and tighter as your mind started to race. Where were you? How long had you been here? How bad was your injury? Could you even escape this prison made out of broken concrete and steel on your own? Did the villain get away? Was anyone else hurt? What about...? The pain became unbearable. Your head was spinning as you could feel your consciousness slip away once more.
"Y-y/n? Y/n, w-where are you? Can you hear me?" Tamaki's voice was shaking as it reached your ears after what seemed like hours. Your foggy mind barely registered it as you slowly gained back some of your senses. "I-," you started, coughing from the dirt and lack of oxygen around you. "I am here... I... I am here!", you answered with all the strength you could muster.
You could hear Tamaki gasp, the fast pitter patter of his naked feet on the rubble growing louder and louder. "I can hear you! D-don't worry, I'll be with you in a second." And that he was. It didn't take the hero long to cautiously remove the debris that had buried you alive with the help of some tentacles sprouting from his hand, all while steadying other pieces that threatened to fall on you. Tamaki didn't say a word as his full concentration was on the task at hand, brows furrowed in concern.
Once the hero had successfully removed all the necessary pieces of stray concrete to free you, he scanned your exhausted form for injuries, his lips pressed together in a thin line at once. He sank down on his knees right next to you, the hood of his cape effectively hiding most of his face, as he cautiously scooped you up in his arms.
"Y-your leg... I'm sorry. I was afraid this wouldn't work out as planned. You should have never been a part of this. We arrested the villain, thanks to you, tho. You managed to guide him directly in our direction. When he unleashed his attack and made the building crumble upon you..." The indigo-haired boy sighed heavily. "We managed to capture him a few seconds later. I just wished we could have been there earlier... Just a moment sooner, and you wouldn't have..." He trailed off as your hand slowly reached underneath his hood to rest on his cheek. "I'll be alright... Thank you for saving me, Suneater." You could feel a content smile form on his hidden face before he rushed to hand you over to the paramedics on scene.
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we all are small particles holding very tightly together in a very large universe // k.bakugou III
Rating: MA
Pairing(s): Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader, Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, heavy angst, emotional cheating, major character death, smut, body horror/graphic injuries, trauma, ptsd, sinkhole accident, medical trauma, hospital scenes
wc: 9.7k
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Mission Report: Musutafu Sinkhole Incident, 02/03/2xxx
On March 2nd, 2xxx a sinkhole in the Musutafu district occurred at 17:52. There were fourteen casualties, including Pro-Hero Suneater. Forty-eight other civilians and heroes were rushed to nearby hospitals for injuries ranging from severe to devastating. Twelve had minimal injuries. Twenty-two are still missing. Numbers of victims are rising every day. Rescue efforts are still ongoing, the city blocks have been shut down and quarantined as fire and rescue fight the elements.
The sinkhole originally had been three blocks wide and three hundred twenty-seven feet deep. The original cause is still unknown, this investigation is ongoing but suspicions are that unstable water and sewages systems and years of poor foundation may be the cause. As soon as this emergency was dispatched, teams of heroes and sidekicks alongside fire and rescue had surrounded the area and began their rescued efforts. Surrounding the sinkhole, medics awaited for any survivors. The main concern was finding pedestrians and securing any unstable sections. Rescue heroes had been struggling with the amount of debris and noise made, making rescue efforts difficult. This raised the emergency level to a code black. Broken electricity lines quickly became a concern once the burst water and sewage pipes made contact. Many injuries that flooded the medic tents ranged from crush injuries, mild concussions, DOA (dead on arrival), or electrocution. Medic tents were busy and over filled for the next few days after the disaster, hospital emergency rooms flooded with drastic injuries.
Section five of the sinkhole had collapsed at 21:04, engulfing an ambulance truck, a petrol station, several civilian cars, a news station car, and two heroes: Shadow Step and Suneater. The collapsed section had sunken down an estimated one hundred more feet. Flooding, debris, collapsed vehicules and a small building had made rescue efforts all the more difficult. Investigations are ongoing to find the cause of this particular section caving in, however due to instability of the sinkhole, causes are still unknown.
Pro-hero Suneater and his sidekick Shadow Step had fallen into the collapsed section, with Tamaki Amajiki breaking his sidekick’s fall. Initial findings found that an ambulance had fallen too with them, threatening their safety as it was caught on metal piping. Reports found that the ambulance had slipped from the broken pipes due to the insecure structuring and water flooding, and the heroes were trapped underneath an ambulance for approximately sixty-seven hours. Suneater had heroically saved himself and Shadow Step under an oyster shell he had manifested. However due to his extensive injuries, his protection against the ambulance truck was fragile and weakening.
Unbeknownst to them, Suneater’s wireless earpiece had not been shattered from their initial fall and impact as he had believed. His last moments alive were recorded, lasting for an approximate four thousand five hundred and sixty minutes.
A team looking for the hero pair had been listening from a nearby zone in hopes of finding their location and saving them. Overhearing the grave condition Suneater was in, they knew they had a limited time before his quirk would cease working and both heroes would be crushed by the ambulance truck.
Said team of those heroes, all who are now currently in ongoing trauma therapy for the disaster and loss of their fellow number six hero are:
Number one hero Lemillion
Number two hero Deku
Number three hero Shouto
Number four hero Dynamite
Number five hero Hawks
Number sixteen hero Earphone Jack
The following is an excerpt of Suneater’s autopsy report:
Japanese Male, Twenty-seven years old, 179 centimeters, weighing approximately 87.9 kilograms. Pronounced dead on scene.
Traumatic cervical spine injuries had led to the extreme possibility of paralysis from these severe injuries.
Higher falls were associated with hemorrhage as well as rib fractures and various organ injuries. Organ injury patterns did not differ based on work status. The presence of equipment misuse or malfunction were not associated with more deaths upon impact. Suneater was not killed on impact.
He suffered extensive injuries, a broken arm, a broken leg and fractures of a number of ribs. Evidence of a pneumothorax was found due to a broken rib. A gash in his left thigh confirmed witness reports that a metal drainage pipe had stabbed through the upper rectus femoris muscle and shattered parts of the left femur.
Cause of death was blunt force trauma from the falling vehicle, with signs of tracheal collapse and the C2 vertebrae crushed.
End excerpt.
Due to Suneater’s broadcast from his receiver, evidence corroborated the accident reports. Shadow Step was to activate their quirk to switch positions with the ambulance that had been threatening to crush them both. After much debate Shadow Step finally agrees to Suneater’s plan, resulting in his death and their recovery.
Unfortunately, Shadow Step was not found immediately. The depression had been filling with sewage and rushing water from the broken water mains quickly flooding the area. Section Three had concaved and fallen to what experts estimate at least one hundred feet. Mud, collapsed cars, debris, had all made rescue efforts more difficult. Shadow Step was stranded at the bottom of the sinkhole for two more days without food or clean water. Dynamite, part of this rescue team, had been the one to find Shadow Step.
They were found at the scene emaciated with open cuts and wounds, a concussion, extreme exhaustion, infection in trauma fractures found in the left humerus, dislocated shoulder, broken collarbone, broken arm, broken ribs from impact, and a metal pipe in their upper left leg. Since Suneater’s transmission was the only record found, events that went underway with Shadow Step are unclear, although given the traumatic rescue, assumptions can be made about how critical and dire their situation was. Medical analysis showed they consumed gasoline, presumably from the petrol station that caved in with Section Three, and presumably because they confused it with water in all of the hysterics. Currently they are in an induced medical coma as they recover from surgery. They are not expected to return to work within the next few months. Attempts to find their soulmate are still under way.
The origins of the sinkhole are still under investigation. Villains are found to not be involved.
-(-)-
A sea of nothing. Everywhere it is dark.
You can feel the warm water underneath your back, gently rocking you back to sleep. Everything is quiet. You quite like the quiet. You float aimlessly. To be honest, you think you can live like this for the rest of your life. Are you even alive? Perhaps it’s purgatory. It’s certainly not heaven. Or maybe it is, you wonder. You really don’t care.
-(-)-
Maybe you do care. Where are you going anyway? Is this really heaven? Are you dead? You feel salt in your throat, burning your trachea and esophagus. There really isn’t anything to do here. What even is here?
You’re sick, but wasn’t there a proverb you read once that said the sick wouldn’t be sick anymore? Whatever, you supposed. You wiggle your toes in the warm water, floating aimlessly still.
-(-)-
Your mind is empty. Or maybe it’s anesthetized, so you wouldn’t feel the gaping wound it’s become. One day I’ll cry, you tell yourself with a faint smile. One day, I might care that I am dying.
-(-)-
Am I real?
-(-)-
Everything hurts. Nothing hurts at all.
You want to look, look and see where you’re going, where you are, but your eyes sting every time you even try to open your swollen lids. Instead, you settle for touch, using your fingertips to feel warm waves lapping around your floating body. You realize one of your arms is bandaged to your chest, the other in a sling. Slowly it comes back to you in flashes:
Falling.
Screaming
The force of the ground beneath you and Tamaki.
Tamaki…
You want to cry out but there’s a tube in your throat, choking you.
You want to move but your muscles won’t listen.
Bambi.
The waves under you feel softer, drier. Linen.
Bambi.
Your eyes open.
“She’s fighting the intubation,” a voice says next to you.
“Welcome back,” another says. “Relax for just a moment, babe, we are going to remove your breathing tube.” You gag as they remove the foreign object, coughing violently as soon as you’re free.
Bambi.
You struggle to speak, your voice is gone and every word feels like your vocal chords are grating against each other.
“Oh honey, shhhh.” The ICU nurse dabs your eyes, you’re crying. Why are you crying? “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ve been under for a while, you shouldn’t push yourself to talking just yet. Your doctors will be in soon.” You look at them wildly, not understanding where you are and what’s going on. The lights are too bright, the machines next to you, too loud. You try to flail your arms but one is tied to your chest, the other manages to smack an orderly right on the cheek.
“Sedate her.” The orderly is quick to strap down your free arm while a team of medical staff moves swiftly around you. “Three milligrams of midazolam-,” Your muscles loosen and it’s harder to keep your eyes open.
Bambi.
For the next week you’re in and out of consciousness. No one tells you anything suffice for the TV in your hospital room playing the news, over and over they tell the public the horrid news. You watch Tamaki’s memorial from your bed, veins pumping with sedatives to keep you from breaking down again. You watch his parents cry, unable to yourself. Lemillion gives a beautiful speech, so do others who know your fiancé. Knew. You correct this mentally over and over, but you never seem to get it right. After the news broadcasts, you watch trashy talk show hosts gossip about you. The police told you nothing was released, and yet here they are skepulating on who your mystery soulmate is. They tell all of Japan how you’re such a monster for letting Tamaki die, and your eyes flit to the hordes of cards and flowers sent to your bedroom, the fruit baskets that you cannot stomach to eat.
You don’t cry. You can’t. You really want a cigarette. You press that little grey button for more morphine instead.
Nurses and doctors filter in and out, updating you on your recovery. A few more weeks and your collarbone will be all set to go! Your O2 sats are rising! You might be weaned off this drip in a few more days!
“Why can’t you guys use the doctors with the healing quirks?” Your voice is hoarse, barely used, words slurring. You watch your med team stiffen, not used to hearing you speak. You suppose that’s what happens when you wake up screaming every morning, only shutting up when you’re pumped full of drugs.
“What?” You snap, “What aren’t you telling me??”
“The infection in your bone is spreading, even with the antibiotics and the surgeries planned for this week… we don’t believe it’ll be the same after. You wouldn’t be able to walk or run on that leg like you did before.”
Before . Before you and your fiancé were trapped. Before he died. Before when you didn’t even have a soulmate.
“What’re you saying?” You look down to your hand and play with the blanket covering your bottom half.
“With the progression of this infection, and with your career, we believe it’s best to proceed with an above knee amputation.” Your face grows hot and your tongue is numb.
“No, I don’t give you permission.” Your jaw locks.
The surgeon hesitates, “I’m afraid that isn’t up to you. The law requires that in the current state you’re in, medical decisions aren’t up only up to you; your soulmate must also be involved in the decision.” Soulmate.
“I don’t-,” You pause, almost delivering the same four words you’ve been telling everyone for years. I don’t have a soulmate. “I don’t understand. That isn’t fair.”
“It’s the law, honey” another doctor says sympathetically. “Your soulmate has to be onboard with this decision and even then, we highly recommend amputation. This infection can spread and all of your major organs could start to fail-.”
She talks and talks. All of it just angers you.
You feel like screaming. And so you do.
You scream until your throat burns, until your lungs scream for you to stop. You throw with your one good arm what you can at the idiots, cursing them and letting out the years of anger and frustration that’s been bubbling forth underneath your skin. You hate them. You hate them so much, you hate everything. You activate your quirk, not having done that since Tamaki, throwing chairs and medical equipment at them. Satisfaction is quickly lost when they start to restrain you, giving you a dosage to knock your quirk and yourself out.
-(-)-
For the first time in a while, you see him. Blonde tufts of hair swaying with the gentle breeze, a pink sky and a calm ocean in front of you both. His hair looks soft, like it’s only gotten the saltwater and ocean air to style it today instead of the expensive ass pomade he probably uses every day. You’ve always wondered how it felt, or maybe you didn’t. You can’t really remember how things were before. Before you had a soulmate. Were you always destined for Katsuki? What changed? In any case, you wonder how long it usually takes the hero to style himself for his shifts. It used to take you an hour, on good days? Thirty minutes. You’re not gonna have that opportunity for a while now, you suppose.
When you walk, both of your legs work. You can feel the sand between your toes, sinking under your weight until it finds its way to finally support you. Fuck, you should’ve taken more vacations. You should’ve taken that time off and felt the salt for real, feel the way the sun baked it all day just for you to dip your feet in the cool seawater. The sound of the waves draws your attention out toward the sea, a warm breeze hugs your arms and wraps around your legs.
You don’t look at him, the nerves in your belly tightening conflict with the warm excitement in your chest to see him after so long. It’s been so long. You didn’t realize how long you’ve been keeping track. Instead you look down at his hands resting at his sides, relaxed. They look soft… warm. You wonder if they’d feel like the sand beneath your feet. It doesn’t take long before you’re right next to him. Butterflies. They’re squeezing around your gut. You make the mistake of glancing at him, heart skipping to see his eyes have already found you.
You don’t really know what to say to him.
“What do you put in your hair when you’re on call?” Inwardly you roll your eyes at yourself, it’s a stupid question. But it’s the first time you talk to him in your dreams. Really talk to him. It’s the first time you acknowledge him as your soulmate in a dream. Those nightmares you both had, both of you never acknowledging what they could possibly ever mean, they don’t count. You still can’t decipher the meaning of those monsters, and you’re afraid to know. You’ve never gotten a chance to thank him properly. And he, you.
Bakugou doesn’t hide his surprise well, his lips part softly in confusion and he furrows his brow. “It’s a hair pomade-” Your sudden burst of laughter cuts him off and he scowls, “ What?!” You continue to belly laugh, shaking your head, unable to stop yourself. He watches you laugh so hard that your belly aches and your smile hurts. He watches when your laughter turns to tears streaming down your cheeks, his soft smile curling downwards with concern.
Katsuki stands, towering over you. His hands grab your hips and he pulls you in as you cry, sobbing into his chest all the while. You can feel him soothing you, rubbing his hand up and down your back, his nose at the crown of your hair taking in the scent of your conditioner. Your skin smells like the hospital Irish Springs soap. He sways you both, right in his arms. His heart beats right against your ear, a reminder of his love for you. You try not to think of him, but all you can think of is how it was to lay on Tamaki’s chest and feel and hear his heart slowly fading beneath his uniform.
Tears swell in your eyes. “You haven’t come to see me,” you sob. Your fists ball by his sides and as much as you want to pull away, you lean all your weight into him. He smells like vanilla and cinnamon sugar, like the warm sugary pastry treats you ate in the States during the summer. “Why?”
Katsuki holds you, swaying and rocking you both gently. The waves lap at your toes, you wonder when the last time you stepped on a real beach was. You think about how it’s too late.
“I have,” he admits in a low voice. “I’ve been there.”
Out of surprise, you jerk back to look at him. “What? What do you mean?”
“I usually leave when the docs show up; didn’t really think you’d want me there to be honest, Bambi.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” You pull more away from him, anger flashing now. “Why do you think I would rather be alone in a godforsaken hospital room?”
His jaw tenses and he steps forward into the space you created, his hands surprisingly gentle as they squeeze your hips. “Bambi-”
“Shut up.” Your eyes narrows, “Don’t call me that. You know they’re going to take my leg?” Bakugou’s eyes glances down as you speak. “They won’t even listen to me! They refuse to, all because the fucking law says that my fucking soulmate has to give their permission too. I never have a choice. Everything is decided for me.”
“What’s so wrong about losing your leg, huh?” Katsuki snaps, “There’s nothing wrong with having one less limb. This is about your life, you idiot!”
“It’s my leg ! I cannot and will not go through with this amputation. You need to tell them that you agree with me!” With each step you move backwards, Katsuki refuses to let you get far.
“So fucking what!? Who gives a fuck if you lose your leg?”
“You’re kidding me right?” You glare at him, “You think no one would give a fuck? Tell me, Dynamite, would you still love me so fucking much if I weren’t the spectacular Shadow Step? If I weren’t able to train as much and-.”
“Oh shut the fuck up,” Bakugou groans and rolls his eyes at you. “Shut the fuck up. You think I give a shit?”
“All your life you gave a shit! You always sneered down at people who are weaker than you! Fucking bully, I don’t know why you of all people are my soulmate.” You laugh bitterly, spewing out hateful words you don’t even mean.
Bakugou doesn’t even flinch, instead he keeps stepping in that space you keep leaving between you both. “Yeah? You know me then, huh?”
“Yes,” you spit out. “Tamaki should not have been the one to have died.” Shut up, shut up, shut up.
Katsuki nods, his jaw clenched tightly as your fists pound against his chest. “And it shouldn’t have been me either. You were the one who convinced me to go back. It should have been you down there.”
“You don’t,” Katsuki catches your eyes and shakes his head gently. “You don’t know me.” Angry tears, fat and hot tears burn your cheeks now. Every step you pull back from him, you can feel the magnetism of the universe forcing you back in.
“I don’t want to get to know you,” you spew out. “I don’t want you. I wasn’t supposed to have a soulmate. You ruined that for me!”
“You can deny me all you want, sweetheart. But we are made from the same stardust, and you can’t get rid of that.”
“Oh sure, it’s meant to be.” You roll your eyes sarcastically and shove yourself away from him, “But it’s not meant to last.”
“Fuck you, you can’t tell me what this is. My love is there. It’s there and you can’t take that away from me,” Katsuki points his finger at you, accusatory. “It might not change anything and it’s definitely not gonna save anything, but it’s there.”
“Ignore it!” You swat his hands away when you slip in the sand, “If I can ignore this, so can you.”
“Bullshit,” he challenges. “You can barely ignore this, how can you ignore the stupid fucking magnetic pull between us??” Katsuki stops chasing after you for a moment, and rubs his face tiredly.
“I love you,” He says.
“It’ll pass.”
“Bullshit,” Katsuki glares back at you. “That’s how I know you don’t even know half of how any of this works. Do you know how hard it is, watching for most of my life seeing you with others? Watching you say over and over how you’re not tied to me? Denying me at every chance? Do you know what that’s like?”
You can’t reply, tears block your airway and your words and you look away towards the ocean instead.
“Ya feel alone? Imagine how I felt for the past twenty something fucking years, then you can tell me how lonely you feel right now. I am next to you, and I still feel lonely. I am next to my soulmate who finally, after seeing me in their dreams for months, is talking back to me. I’m homesick, all the time.” This time his voice cracks, and you feel your own heart doing the same. “I can go anywhere I want, except home.”
Longing for a home that doesn’t exist.
“And you’re still denying me .”
“I wouldn’t be,” you tear your eyes away from the waves and look up at his. “If you haven’t kept leaving the goddamn hospital room.” It’s a weak ass excuse, and you know it. You know the sting of your words is still hurting him, you can’t take them back.
“Well, you’ve been rejecting me your entire life. Why would you suddenly wanna see me, dummy?” His left hand caresses your cheek and thumbs away at stray tears. It’s too intimate, you don’t deserve it and all you can think about is Tamaki being crushed under that ambulance. You step back.
“I can’t, I can’t just move on. I still love him,” your voice cracks and more tears begin to spill from your eyes. God, please stop crying. I’m so sick of crying.
“I know,” he holds onto you tightly. “I’m not asking for you to stop loving him.” I just want to be the reason you choose to keep living each day.
“But you love me,” you cry into his chest. “I need you to stop loving me.” You know this isn’t how it works, you know because for the first in forever you feel whole as he caresses you tightly.
“You know I can’t, Bambi. I haven’t been in love with anybody, and never shall ,” he whispers. “ Unless it should be with you.”
“Please,” you start to push your palms against his chest and pull away. “I need time, I can’t just… I don’t know you well, Katsuki. It’s too much, my leg, the accident, you…”
“I know, I know you need time. I don’t want to push you, Bambi. But I can’t just leave you alone,” His hands caress your tear-stained cheeks, his eyes are soft as his love for you. “Let me take on your pain too, you shouldn’t have to carry it all on your own.”
You don’t wanna talk anymore about your feelings. Not with anyone and certainly not Bakugou right now, it’s too confusing. “You don’t have the compression sleeve.” You take his hand away from your cheek, and childishly you squeeze his fingers as you observe them. There aren’t any calluses on his fingers. His skin is perfectly smooth. No imperfections.
He doesn’t answer and you look up at him, he knows you’re evading. You know you’re evading. You both were just arguing, but you’re exhausted and you really just wanna stop fighting.
“Do you not know?” Katsuki asks, stepping back and searching for your expression, his left hand drums their fingers against your arm. Confusion rocks through you.
“Know what?” Your skin bristles and you feel yourself being pulled now as your consciousness starts to awaken. “Katsuki!” Panic sets in and then fear, you feel it all over again. It’s hot and makes you restless, like any second you might split. “I’m waking up, please don’t- please don’t leave me.”
You both step forward, holding tightly onto each other as you start to wake up. “You sure?” His voice is gruff in your ear.
No, you’re not.
“Yes.”
-(-)-
Your head is pounding and your mouth is dry. It’s probably been a day or two since you flipped your shit out on the medical staff. Mentally you take note to send them a fruit basket as an apology.
Everything is dim with exception for the machinery lights keeping you steady; your hand squeezes involuntarily and you feel something else. Katsuki . His hand is warm, gruff, weathered by his years in service. He’s still sound asleep, and you stare in awe with the fact the soulmates don’t wake up at the same time. Still tucked in, you don’t have to make much movement to know that the nurses have changed the bandaging on your leg again. Bakugou doesn’t stir when you adjust your hospital bed, and certainly doesn’t make it known if he’s awake when you can’t help but let out soft groans as you sit up for the first time in weeks.
Healing bruises and cuts score your arms and your ribs still ache. Instead of pressing for more morphine, your other hand tightens its grip on Katsuki’s, and in his sleep he squeezes back. A small smile starts to grow but quickly it fades away.
Grief still racks deep in your chest. A low moan slips out from deep in your lungs when you think too much about the accident and Tamaki, so you don’t think about it at all. You have to.
So you think about food instead. Fried dough, grilled meat, roasted vegetables doused in olive oil and salt, sweets that forces you to down a glass of water or milk. Your stomach growls.
You press your call button and it is a few moments before an older nurse walks in. He’s tall, with dark skin, cropped hair and kind eyes. You silently hold a finger to your lips and pointedly look at the sleeping man by your side. He nods in understanding.
“Have I missed breakfast?” You whisper.
“You missed dinner,” He whispers back with a quiet laugh. “I can sneak you some snacks. How are you feeling? An appetite is a good thing. We can remove the feeding tube then in a couple of weeks.”
“Feeding tube?”
“It’s been placed surgically in your belly. You’ve been out for a while, sweetie. Doctors asked to be reassigned after your last episode,” he smiles again. He’s just joking, you’re sure of it. He has a kind smile. “It’ll also make it harder for you to hit me.”
You don’t understand what he means, but looking at his face in the dim hospital room and you start to see the healing bruise on his jaw. It dawns on you that you did punch him, right around the first time you woke up. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!”
“No need,” he laughs and starts to check your vitals, the scratch of his pen soothing to your ears. “You give a mean left hook, good to know you’re one of Japan’s finest.” Not really , you think. You were a B level hero before that stepped down to be a sidekick to a high ranking hero.
Who is now, currently, dead.
“You’re lucky you’re not in psych,” he fiddles with some tubes near your belly button. “Some of the higher ranking surgeons fought for you, asking for some sympathy. Although, you are still on quirk restraints. Can’t win them all.”
You don’t respond, feeling a low weight of guilt building at your belly. “Can you get him a blanket, please?” you whisper.
“Sure thing,” the orderly nods as he checks the morphine drip. “We can try to give you some solid foods, but there’s soup and rice left, I can sneak in some orange slices if you’d like.”
“‘T’s fine,” you hear a low voice grumble beside you. “I’ll get ‘er something from the convenience store across the street.” Katsuki stretches, letting out a soft whine that you almost have to strain your ears to hear.
Your hand squeezes his tightly, and tears spring in your eyes when he squeezes back. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” he subtly brings you knuckles to his lips and you feel how soft they are. “I’ll be back, what do you wanna eat?”
“It’s fine you don’t have to leave-” He starts to get up again and you panic. You don’t want to be alone. Please don’t leave me alone.
“No, it’ll be better than this cold ass hospital shit.” Bakugou pointedly looks at the nurse and scowls.
Instead of being offended, he laughs. “High cholesterol and artificial sweeteners isn’t all that great either for her.”
Touché.
“Please,” you whisper to him. “Don’t go.”
You pleasingly stare into his eyes, already feeling yourself pitifully shaking at the mere thought of being alone again.
In the abyss, it was dark. Hot. No water. No food. No one. No one except for your dead fiancé underneath you and that fucking ambulance. In the abyss, you could barely walk to find help. You couldn’t even see, not even your own hand centimeters from your face. In the dark, you truly believed you might die too. And that Tamaki’s plan was all for nought. All for nothing. You’ve never been so afraid of being alone before.
He squeezes your hand three times, a promise.
-(-)-
Bakugou doesn’t allow you to eat the hospital food during your recovery, despite the glowing reviews from other patients who swing by on their walkers and wheelchairs. He cooks big batches of soup, plain and bland at first when you threw up that night you woke up. Katsuki rolls his eyes at you when you critique his skill, boldly telling you that you wouldn’t even be able to handle his best. Bakugou helps clean the vomit out of your hair as the nurses helped you clean up, though.
After a few days, your palate comes back and your stomach strengthens. You learn he’s an excellent cook, it’s a hobby of his when he’s not out on the streets fighting crime. You think about the frozen dinners and convenience store bento boxes you ate before, only cooking for Tamaki so he can be prepared for the day. You don’t remember the last time someone cooked for you.
Doctors, every day, tell you they need to operate. You’re stubborn, pretending you don’t feel the infection making you weaker and pretending that the morphine is enough to mask the white hot pain in your leg. You want them to make a plan, a better plan. You want them to do their fucking jobs.
Every time they leave, you’re angry. Angry they refuse to find the medical technology to save your leg. Angry that you are faced with this choice in the first place. Angry that Tamaki is dead and you have to be burdened with living. Angry. Angry. Angry.
“You keep scowling like that, your face is gonna get uglier.” Bakugou aggressively rubs the crease out from between your eyebrows with his thumb.
“Shut up,” you snap your head away from his touch, without any true malice towards him.
He knows this too, and laughs. “My ma used to tell me that all the time.”
“Yeah and you should’ve listened, it’s irreversible now.”
You’re not used to this side of Katsuki. The lighter part of him. You remember reading a book last summer where the main character said her best friend had two personas, the persona he showed everyone and his naked persona, the one only she saw. You suppose that calling this side of Katsuki the Naked Katsuki is awkward and too suggestive, but it’s true. He makes you smile right after bawling your eyes out. He makes you smile when you really don’t want to, teasing you when the corners of your scowl start to upturn.
You wonder where Naked Katsuki was during high school and why he had a stick up his ass for so long back then.
On the fourth day, you feel the weakest. You’re eating, you’ve even begun to drink coffee again. But the pain has gotten worse and you hear the charting nurses start to talk about your blood toxicity levels.
The doctors leave again, glancing at an unusually quiet Bakugou while you silently fume. Katsuki stays quiet, knowing better than to interrupt your oncoming rant.
“Why do you do that?” You look towards the man, scowling as he just sits there in that stupid fucking chair.
“What?” He asks, as if he doesn’t fucking know. Maybe he doesn’t, you really don’t give a shit though. You’re fucking pissed and you’re gonna let him know it.
“Not say anything,” you roll your eyes. “You know that they need my soulmate’s agreement, I’m the only one fighting for my leg! If you’re not on my side, you’re against me!” Your hands pound at the sides of your thighs and you muster up the energy to glare at him.
He takes in a deep sigh, “They’re right though. You’re not gonna make it through the night.” Katsuki looks at you plainly, and it’s written all over his face that he thinks you’re being ridiculous.
This only infuriates you more and you jerk your shoulder out from under his hand. “Don’t touch me, you’re wrong! They can heal me, they don’t want to-”
“And why do you think so, sweetheart? Because after they cut through all the necrotic bone and tissue to save that stupid leg, you think you’ll be able to stand on it? Let alone sleep with that kind of pain every night?”
“The fuck do you know?? I can take it, my leg can recover!”
“When did you get so insufferably egotistical to think that you know more than the medical professionals?” Bakugou replies sarcastically with a dry laugh. “You need to say yes. They’re just going to wait until you slip back into another fucking coma so they can cut the damned thing off anyway.”
“Not if you-”
“Not if I, what? Why do you think I should agree with you? Because you’re my soulmate? Bullshit, you’re being stupid.” Ouch.
“Me?? Stupid??”
“Yes!” He groans and gets out of the hospital chair he sleeps on at times, “What’s so goddamn awful about not having a leg? Hah?? What makes you think you’re too weak to recover from that?? What makes you think anyone is weaker for choosing amputation than living miserably for the rest of his life?!”
Silence falls between you both and you muster the courage to look at his arm again, the same compression sleeve that’s always there when he’s off duty. Every time you saw it, you felt something was off. It dawns on you slowly.
“I don’t think anyone is weak for choosing amputation,” you reply quietly.
He responds with a scoff, “Right.”
“When?” You ask softly, tears sprout again in your eyes.
“Can’t fucking believe you never noticed,” he scoffs. “It was after the War. During it actually. Near the final stretch, Shigaraki got me. That’s when I lost my arm.” No emotion in his voice, he’s moved on from this tragedy. It’s just a part of Katsuki now.
“But… your quirk…”
He sits on the edge of your bed, carefully not to pull on any of your tubes, “Right before it happened, I was able to make all of my sweat turn to nitroglycerin, not just from the palms of my hands. Fucking bad miracle, I guess.” He looks down at his hands now, thinking deeply about what had happened and where he is now. “I have a special team who made my prosthesis so I can keep working. Only a handful people know about this, Deku, old Aizawa, the idiots who make my suits, some other shitty people and now… you.”
“You hide it?”
“Management.” It’s enough of an explanation. You’ve seen how dirty and unfair the hero industry is. It breaks your heart to think of the seventeen year old kid who lost his arm and nearly had his career along with life ended. You remember hearing about his death proclamation when you were on the other side of the battlefield, and you remember the sweet relief you felt when you heard you hadn’t lost your shitty classmate after all. It’s a lot on a young man’s shoulder to have his entire world changed, for a society that tells him to not brandish his war wounds with pride.
You have more questions. More to ask him, more to know. But all of your words fall flat, they die on your tongue and you stay quiet. Shame is all you feel.
“Your… hero suit is pretty revealing though,” you finally muster up, grimacing at yourself when you hear the heart monitor beeping slightly faster. “How does no one notice?”
He smirks at you, “No more revealing than Shitty Hair. Or Goody Two Shoes, Yaoyorozu.” Bakugou slips off the compression sleeve and scooches in closer to show off his prosthetic. It’s life-like, down to the minute details that no one would bother to notice.
“So why the sleeve?” You ask, catching yourself still tracing the prosthetic before pulling yourself away. Thoughts of what your own might look if you go through with this surgery race through your mind, and only heightens your anxiety.
Bakugou is quiet, mulling over his answer. “The short answer is that it helps with the pain.”
“And the long answer?”
“The doctors fucked up my arm trying to give me a second chance, they were worried that my career might end and there was still a war to fight.”
“We were just kids though,” you whisper. You weren’t on the frontlines of the war, you were in with the third wave of heroes and students. You didn’t see what happened firsthand, but you saw the horrific aftermath. They did a good job keeping this intel a secret, you can only imagine what other horrifying injuries they kept hidden from you and the public.
“Yeah well, they nearly ended me while trying to save me. One of my surgeons finally kicked their asses and got them in line, saved what they could of my shoulder and my stump.” Before you can ask, he steps in closer and helps raise your hospital bed up so you can sit up straight. “I think his protégé is on your team now. Yours won’t look at fucked up as mine, but…”
Katuski removes the prosthetic with a click of a button you can’t see, which must be part of the seamless design from his support team. “The docs can tell you better, and more, but this is called the residual limb. Others call it a stump.” His fingers delicately show off what’s left of his arm as he opens up this new part of him to you. The scarring is an angry red, stained purple closed to the incision points. It looks painful. You tell him so.
“It ain’t always,” he admits. “It’s worse at night.”
“But the sleeve helps?” You ask. He gently takes hold of your wrist with his other hand, it’s heavy and dwarfing your own, and he holds you against him. His skin is warm, soft. You can almost feel his pain in your own arm.
“Sometimes. I don’t completely understand the tech. It’s all experimental.” He must be in pain all of the time.
“I’ll be in pain all the time then,” you say this quietly, but it sounds almost like a question. You can feel the aches he does, the sheer amount of pain that burns through muscles and skin he no longer has.
“I’ve felt your pain all my life,” he steps in closer and embraces you with his one arm. “Every night, I’ve felt it and I need you to know that as your friend, I will always help you with it. Tomorrow will be better.” As your friend. That’s enough to give you peace of mind. It’s enough to release that tension in your chest.
“And what if it isn’t?” You start to cry, wanting to wiggle your toes in a leg that won’t let you.
“Then tomorrow,” he kisses your temple. “We will say it again. And again. Until it is. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nod as the tears stream down your face. You hold onto each other tightly, silently bonding your promise as friends. You're going to lose your leg tonight.
-(-)-
The next two weeks, all you do is sleep. Sometimes Katsuki appears in your dreams, talking about his day and work. Mostly about work. You both find it hard to talk about anything else. When you’re not asleep, you stare out the window.
Not many people visit. Friends were really friends of Tamaki, and you are just a reminder that he is no longer here. Family doesn’t exist for you anymore, they haven’t for years. Tamaki was your family.
Workmates didn’t see you either, why should they? Your career in the past five years declined, if they associated with you so would their careers. All you had was Tamaki. So no, you didn’t see much except for your team of surgeons and your hospital assigned therapist that you really can’t stand because you apparently need to cry about shit now.
When you’re discharged, you weren’t expecting anyone, and yet when you saw that familiar shade of blonde awaiting you, the floodgates opened.
He takes you back to your apartment, dusty and cold from being empty for so long. You cried and cried. Katsuki, to your surprise, cried with you. It’s truly then, you understand the bond of a soulmate. Your pain is his, his pain is yours. Tears are shared, never are you truly alone. He stays with you that first night, sleeping on the floor of your living room while you sleep on the couch, refusing to be in the bed that you once shared with Tamaki.
It isn’t until you start to wake up screaming, dreaming about the ambulance crushing you, dreaming about Tamaki’s corpse laying cold underneath you, that you and Katsuki decide to sleep somewhere else.
He sets you up at Izuku Midoriya’s home, a lovely townhome smack dab in the middle of downtown. Midoriya is more than happy to help, insisting you take his bed. You think about how often he used to blush in high school, and how he didn’t even bat an eye when you mentioned you needed to be close to the bathroom at night or else you’ll piss his bed.
“All the more reason for you to take my room,” he kindly smiles at you. “The bathroom is right there.”
“Don’t argue, Bambi. It’s useless.” There’s bags under Katsuki’s eyes. He hasn’t slept much lately. Guilt settles in pretty quickly.
So you take the bed. Each night, you carefully balance your crutches against the mattress and take your opioids. The pain is all you can think about right now. And you hate that you’re so annoyed by this, but Bakugou insists on sleeping on an air mattress right at the foot of your bed. You hate how much you rely on others, you hate how much you need this, you hate that you’re angry. Angry. Angry. Angry.
He’s patient though. The man you see now, isn’t who you thought he was. Back in your school days, Katsuki was a firecracker who was set off at any small inconvenience. Now, all he does is roll his eyes if you snap at him. Sometimes he doesn’t even react, just patiently checks your bandaging and helps you stretch even when you really want to fucking sleep. He follows your surgeons’ instructions to a tee, memorizing the numbers to call if you have any concerns and memorizing your medicines and dosages when you need a prescription refill. The times that you do elicit a reaction from him are usually because he’s had a long day at work and taking care of a stubborn and bitter soulmate is just a little much for him that day. Which usually means you end up feeling guilty for being such a shitty person.
You learn a lot about Bakugou in the first six weeks after your amputation. You learn how he dealt with his phantom pain, how he learned how to ask for help, how he had to adjust to being a hero again. Another surprise was how often he called his ma and pa (and that he calls them that to their faces instead of “old man” and “ugly hag”), nearly every night if not every other night, the softness behind his gruff voice as he fights with parents over when he’s going to bring his soulmate over. You learn that he cooks a lot, and really well too, despite the bland soup he gave you initially. Deku, the up and coming number one hero, can barely handle boiling water without burning it, while Katsuki easily flies through the kitchen.
“You’re a natural,” you muse. He convinced you to eat downstairs, getting you used to moving around again.
If it were up to you, you’d probably wallow all day in Midoriya’s room and sleep. Or chain smoke shittt cigarettes in his bathroom, exhaling all of the smoke outside his small window. You’ve been caught doing that already when you nearly fell and caused a commotion. Izuku was madly apologizing with a deep blush at seeing you in a towel, even though it was clearly your fault. Katuski was not amused. You haven’t seen that damn pack of cigarettes since.
Concern furrows your brows and you bite the inside of your cheek. “How did… losing your arm affect your cooking?”
“I was shit at cutting vegetables,” he answers bluntly, smiling softly when you snort. “It took me a while to get back into it. A chef in my support group helped me out, giving me advice and all.”
“Support group? You actually did that?”
“I still do,” he feeds you another serving. The steam from the food warms your cheeks and makes your mouth water. No one, aside from your parents, has ever cooked for you.
“Why??”
He raises an eyebrow at you, “Really. You’re asking me why I, after a traumatic event in my life, attended a therapy group with individuals who went through something similar?”
Bakugou laughs when you tell him to shut the fuck up.
-(-)-
“Why did it take you guys so long to find us?” You ask on the day you get your first prosthetic leg.
Bakugou’s jaw tenses and you watch his hands squeeze his steering wheel. “There was a lot of noise, too much for Earjack. With all of the falling debris, unstable grounding, it was just… a perfect accident.” A bad miracle. “Once we lost Amajiki’s earpiece, there wasn’t any indication of your whereabouts.” You noticed this about Bakugou, the way his voice changes into something serious when work is brought up. A soldier.
You don’t remember them finding you. In your psych rotations for your final year of school, you heard about how the brain shuts down from trauma and can try to help the person heal by simply forgetting events occurred. This was corroborated by your therapist too, although you need to find a better once because she fucking sucks ass and agrees with Bakugou that you need to quit smoking.
You weren’t allowed to read the reports though, following the accident. It was a thick file, that’s all that Bakugou tells you. He doesn’t talk about that night he found you. One night you find Deku vulnerable and alone after a shift at work, sifting through paperwork that needed to be filed and faxed over the next morning. He was clearly uncomfortable with speaking on the matter too. Midoriya answers your questions though, telling you how hard it was on Bakugou. He never slept, he worked straight through. The only thing that gave him hope of your survival was that he didn’t feel your soul leaving.
“You can feel that?” You whispered. Izuku nods, not speaking more on that topic either.
“Kacchan… he never gave up. He was going to die finding you.” You’re glad he didn’t. But a significant part of you died down there. And you don’t know if you would ever get that back.
-(-)-
Bakugou takes a leave of absence after he files the soulmate forms, declaring officially and legally that you both are bonded. Of course this really isn’t true. Bonded soulmates requires sexual intercourse. And well… you both are just friends.
However to legally have you under his medical insurance, he lies for you. Your ID comes in the next week, a holographic heart next to the heart that says you’re an organ donor. Under another shadow, but instead of leaving you cold, you feel relief. Relief from the hot pain of being alone and defenseless. Relief that you can finally breathe.
He doesn’t say anything about the holographic heart next to his red one either, he doesn’t even talk to you directly when the mail comes in with your new IDs. You’re not sure if it’s embarrassment, pride, sadness, or just plain bitterness. You’re not really sure if you want to know. What you do know is that you’re grateful that he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, and cooks you a hearty pasta meal that night to celebrate your new insurance.
Six months after the amputation, you’ve been fitted with a prosthetic and you’re walking again. It used to be “walking”, managing only a few feet at a time without wobbling or needing your wheelchair again. But now you can walk. You can walk.
Some days are good. Some days are really good. Some days aren’t.
Your first fall, Bakugou stares while you laugh loudly at yourself. You forgot you didn’t have a leg, and put all your weight onto your left side as you turned the corner of the grocery aisle. It’s the first time you see him blush, and for a moment you think he’s embarrassed by the scene you’re making in the middle of this grocery store, until you realize it’s the first time you’ve laughed this loudly in months. He helps you back up again.
On your worst days, Bakugou lies with you in bed while you grieve. Grieve for your leg, grieve for your dead fiancé, grieve for your losses.
You become closer, it’s natural when he’s the one who takes you to your appointments with your prosthetist and talks about your scar tissue. It’s natural when he’s the one who coaxes you to sleep, rubbing your back with his lips pressed against your temple. You two become friends. It’s friends who bring you comfort when you feel sick, when you feel like the weight of the world is too much and you and they both know the best thing to do is just lay in bed and watch shitty movies all day. You become friends. You’re friends. Good ones at that.
When Bakugou finally goes back to work, leaving you alone, you realize how much you both talk. You text all day, updating him of the meaningless things you do. Shitty reality TV shows become a hobby of yours while you practice your core exercises, and despite Bakugou’s claims he doesn’t give a shit, he always listens to you when you talk about them. He comes for lunch every day, even when he’s across the city. Katsuki pretends to not watch your silly little shows while you eat his food.
He tells you that you need to listen to your therapist and get a real fucking hobby (his words not hers), and encourages you by sending you coffee shops and boba tea places to try. Bakugou starts with places nearby, a small ten minute walk for you at most. But as you gain more and more endurance, and the more you get used to walking on your prosthetic, the farther the recommendations go. Soon you find yourself going to the train stations again, sometimes you take a second to enjoy the parks you walk by. You can’t stand that he was right, and now you’re not napping as much anymore.
You find yourself at the tea shop where Bakugou took you from what seems like a million years ago, resting and trying to massage your leg from the walk there. Bakugou texted you cancelling to meet you there, there was an emergent situation at work and he was called to arrive on scene. This used to bother you, but now it just drives you to get back into work again. You miss it. You miss being useful. It’s here at the tea shop, reading the newspaper, that you see it. The apartment listing.
The very apartment you had shared and lived in with Tamaki, is back on the market now. It startles you to see it again, in the fucking newspaper too of all places, like it’s still the twentieth fucking century. You wonder if you keep staring at it, if you’ll cry or feel something . Instead you feel empty.
You’re not really sure what that means.
At your support groups and in therapy, you admit to thinking about Tamaki every day. All throughout the months, you talk about the nightmares you have surrounding his death. It haunts you, his ghost. You still smell his body wash sometimes, always in passing, always enough to leave you longing and never enough for you to fully remember his scent. Sometimes you swear he’s right next to you as you wake, softly snoring after a long shift. It makes you sad. That’s what you tell your therapist and your support group. In reality, you feel guilt. Guilt that you’re alive and he isn’t.
Guilty that you’re with your soulmate, like he wanted you to, but in a weird fucking platonic dance as you both struggle to maintain the facade of friendship.
“Have you been to see him?” Your therapist asks, watching you play with a squeeze toy.
“What do you mean?” His ashes are with his parents, you really don’t want to make that drive. They haven’t reached out to you since the accident. And to be honest, they really didn’t like you despite what Tamaki said. You really wish you could tell his ass that right now, you’d be so smug about it too and everything.
“Have you visited his grave?” She clarifies.
No, you haven’t. And you didn’t want to. Bakugou and you fought that night, not a serious fight but enough to make you mad and not talk to him for the rest of the night. He thinks you should go. You think you need to just move on.
It’s been almost a year anyway.
You can walk with a barely noticeable limp. He’s even helped you to train now to get back into hero work. Hero , you don’t want to be a fucking sidekick again. You’ve been working with a new support tech team and a specialist prosthetist for a leg to help you move with your quirk. The fact that you have now leveled up to having more than one prosthetic makes you proud. You’re done walking, now you can run. You don’t cry as much anymore, you don’t cringe walking down the streets of Musutafu anymore. You’ve even stopped reading the articles surrounding the sinkhole accident, knowing that obsessing over “what if’s” will not bring back Tamaki or your leg (at least, you stopped doing this in the middle of the night now. Sometimes you forget your silly little therapy tactics and dive back into the news reports and tabloids to read with your morning coffee).
You can feel yourself growing stronger.
You don’t need to do this.
It’s not gonna solve anything. He will still be dead…
“Why do you even care?” You ask him the next morning, annoyed that he’s ignoring you and didn’t make you breakfast like usual. You’ve been forced to eat a bowl of cereal like some common roommate.
“He was your fiancé,” Bakugou scoffs. “You couldn’t attend his funeral, you haven’t seen him since-”
“Since I killed him?” You angrily drop your spoon in your bowl and get up, not feeling that hungry anymore.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I was going to say.” Katsuki rolls his eyes at you, knowing better than to follow you to your room to wallow.
You can’t visit his grave. And this makes you angry. You can’t, because it means having to be faced with the fact that you’re starting to feel something towards Katsuki. Living together has been doing that to you. It’s hard, hard to ignore the magnetic pull between you both and hard to pretend it doesn’t hurt you when he goes on dates like his friends suggest sometimes. On top of that, it’s watching him leave each morning and being so fucking scared that he might not come back. You don’t know how you can manage that. You don’t know if what you feel for Katsuki is love or something far deeper. Whatever it is or isn’t, if this is how you feel now , you cannot imagine the pain of losing him later. Shinju comes to mind, the little girl destined to be with Tamaki forever only to be ripped away from him. You’ve had dreams of losing your family and friends in horrible deaths, and you’ve woken up with absolute dread in your heart. But a soulmate’s death, you never quite understood the depth of. Not until now. And that thought scares the shit out of you.
The fight is never resolved, and you don’t visit Tamaki’s grave. Instead, you decide to find a new place to live on your own.
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love confession for mr. get your fucking chin up
҂. TAMAKI AMAJIKI : angst(?), self-hatred, gender neutral - they/them pronoun mention, this was actually based off a real life event a bit, not proofread, 0.6k words
a poor tamaki was spotted on the floor, heartbroken. now, how did that happen?
you and tamaki could be considered as close friends given how often you were found together, but in your little hearts, there's this feeling. an indescribable feeling, only perfectly found in love poems by well-known writers.
you were the first to confess your feelings towards him, there are chances he may and may not like you back. however, life is too short for what-ifs and you wanted to ease this feeling that's been building up
his elf ears faded into the color of roses almost scarlet. you? fell for him? he did hope for his wish to come true. however, he can't help but think how wrong it feels now.
he hated himself. there are times when he thinks he eats too much, moments he regretted wasting because he was too busy overthinking the what-ifs and maybe-if-is. maybe he thinks highly of himself, one time, but then it all comes back to self-hatred.
never he would think you would fall for him, he thought it was beyond impossible, he lost hope long ago.
he wonders why? how come? he was sure he didn't use some magic on you, so how did you fall for him?
as weeks passed he felt like you'd been treating him the same way before the confession, you didn't even talk to him after the confession. he wonders if you have unnoticeably liked him for a long time, or maybe you were over with liking him, or you found someone better than him. it would've been a relief to him if you did.
the thought didn't stay for long. tamaki slowly started submerging into this sharp feeling he's been getting whenever you're around him. not realizing what it is or why it is, without knowing you're still into him.
with tamaki's introverted nature, of course, he would most likely sit alone somewhere, he often looks uncomfortable if anyone would start talking to him so you assumed the same if you ever did so yourself. that made him think your confession was all a lie, but he never stopped imagining the conversations you'll both never have.
the man was curious. with all the bravery left in his heart that day he texted you.
this is a really weird question, but may i know why you like me? what made you feel that way?
no pressure!!
he just wanted to know for the sake of clarity, thereby he wont misjudge your action, your words, your confession. for sure he shivered in his pants when he got a reply 7 minutes later.
i dont have a reason
he finds it odd. surely everyone loves for a reason, so what was all that about?
you look like someone i know, i fell for them that time-
oh.
-and i saw them in you. but i came to realize you were different from them, in a good way. at first, i wanted to get to know you because of that sole reason, but as we get to know each other more I've grown fond of you, and i come to see them in you less and less, now i see you as you, as tamaki
i find you interesting
tamaki didn't know how to react, did you mean it in a good way? you stated that in the text but he thought you said it so your words wouldn't hurt him. all the possible things he could think of clouded his head as he sit silently at home.
i don't get it
hitting the send button he placed his phone on the nightstand and went fast asleep, head still swarmed with thoughts and leaving you on delivered.
I'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable, truth is i don't get it either
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COMFORTING YOU AFTER BEING CATCALLED.
PT. 1 (tokyorev)
i just want my favs their comfort:)
WARNINGS: obviously catcalling - cursing - comfort - violence - mentions of killing kinda? (very angry boyfriends) - headcanons - nicknames (baby for semi, love for aizawa)
ORDER: tamaki - aizawa - shigaraki - daichi - semi
— tamaki amajiki.
“you got catcalled?” tamaki questioned, repeating your words to make sure he heard it right. “mhm, on my way home.” you mumbled quietly, your face clearly showing how upset you were. “i’m sorry that i wasn’t there.” he apologized, gently pulling you into a hug.
tamaki frowned, feeling something he had never felt before as he tightened his grip around you. he was angry, tamaki had never felt this pissed before, not even when villains constantly insulted him. he just felt a different kind of anger knowing they bothered you, something that’s most dear to him.
all he wanted to do was just go out and tell these people off. even though he knew he can’t as a pro hero nor did he want to leave you alone when you needed him right here, that would only make him feel guilty.
“thank you tama.” you told him quietly, resting your head against his chest tiredly and feeling safe in his arms. it wasn’t the first time something like this happened but knowing you had tamaki there with you for comfort was more than enough.
— shouta aizawa.
“sho i’m so fucking tired of this, i was scared.” you sighed, laying down on his lap and getting comfortable as you looked up at him. “i know love, i’m sorry.” he apologized, knowing how upsetting it was for you.
“they’re gone now, you’re safe with me.” he reassured you, gently starting to play with your hair, knowing it was one of your many weaknesses. a small smile grew on your face as you closed your eyes, relaxing yourself.
“it’s not even a fucking compliment either.” you continued ranting, knowing that he’d listen, even if you were to rant for hours. “they’re just pieces of shit love.” aizawa answered, gently massaging your scalp.
“mhm, i’m glad i have someone who treats me right.” you told him, looking up at your lover, already starting to forget about the earlier event. “next time i’ll protect you, i promise.” he smiled down at you, looking at you with all the admiration in the world.
— shigaraki tomura.
it was quiet as you rested your head against shigaraki’s shoulder, your pinkies intertwined while neither of you spoke. you both didn’t really know what to say to begin with. it made you wonder if telling shigaraki was the right thing to do but even if you didn’t, he would notice that something was off.
the only problem was that he didn't know what to do or how to comfort you. he never had comfort when growing up so what was he supposed to do?
“sorry i-“ he started, only being cut off by your words. “don’t apologize, i’m fine tomu.” you reassured him, knowing that he blamed himself for not being there when it happened.
“i’m glad.” he whispered quietly, taking a moment to think and getting up after.
“i’ll be back, okay? just stay here.” shigaraki told you, giving you a small smile and you nodded. “i’ll be here waiting for you.” you told him and he nodded, making his way out of the door.
shigaraki was pissed, pissed because they dared to badmouth you. that’s exactly why he went out to go after those people. you knew there was no way of stopping him, it was his way of comforting you.
— daichi sawamura.
you didn’t even have to say a word as you walked into your shared apartment for daichi to notice something was off. he knew you better than anyone and immediately noticed it.
“welcome home.” daichi smiled from the couch, not bringing up the topic right away because the last thing he would do is push you to speak. “thanks.” you sighed, plopping down next to him on the couch and resting your head against him.
a silence fell but it wasn’t a bad one. “you know i’m here for you right?” daichi told you in a caring tone, gently grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. “and i’m not going anywhere either.” he continued, smiling when you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“thank you.” you smiled weakly, closing your eyes and being glad you had someone like him. maybe daichi didn’t realize it, but those small moments meant the world to you.
“also— take all the time you need alright? you don't have to tell me.” daichi reminded you, kissing your hand and letting you rest there.
— semi eita.
semi paused for a second, taking his time to take in what you just had told him. if there was something semi hated, it was catcalling. he had heard some bad stories here & there and genuinely was worried for you. he hated the fact that it happened to you even more, especially when he wasn’t there.
“shit baby, i’m so sorry that i wasn’t there.” semi apologized, gently pulling you in a hug. “are you okay?” he asked in a caring tone, looking at you and slowly rubbing your back. he would give you all the time you needed to talk about it, the last thing he wanted was to pressure you into talking about it.
“i don’t know, ‘m just tired semi.” you answered after a while, resting your head against his chest. “i get it, it’s okay, just let it all out.” he reassured you, being very understanding of the situation and giving you an apologetic look.
“can we just stay like this and drop the topic?” you asked softly, being done with it since it wasn’t the first time it had happened. “of course, i’m sorry.” semi answered softly, dropping the topic and pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.
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Shelter in the Storm [Mirio] (Angst)
(One-Shot 6/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)
Read on AO3.
Tags: Mirio x OC, Lemillion x OC, Mirio Togata, Suneater, Tamaki Amajiki, Tamaki is a Good and Precious Bean, Mirio is a Ray of Sunshine, Anxious OC, Not the Best Home Life, But What Are Ya Gonna Do?, I Gave Tamaki a Younger Sister, Because Why Not
Word Count: 2,881 words
Summary: Tamaki and Ichijiku have been friends since elementary school, so it’s become a habitual occurrence for her to seek shelter at his house when her parents get overwhelming. In the morning, Tamaki and Mirio both walk with her to school and attempt to brighten her spirits.
Author's Note: I've noticed you all seem to enjoy minor characters a lot, so I'll try and focus on adding more as I continue writing one-shots. It's certainly a fun challenge to get to know characters who don't get a lot of screen time! I hope you enjoy!
Ichijiku (Tigress)
Mirio, are you awake? I text my boyfriend despite knowing he’s asleep. Between the two of us, he goes to bed the earliest.
Still, for an hour and a half, I wait for a reply. When it’s obvious that I won’t be receiving a response, I stare at the ceiling as my brain tunes back into reality. The yelling down the hall amplifies and my heart races as I wait with baited breath for Mom to walk through the door. Please don’t yell at me. I don’t know what I did and if that’s why you and Dad fight but please stop screaming. When footsteps make their way down the hall, I place my phone down and hug my pillow with my eyes closed. Though internally I panic, I force myself to take deep and even breaths.
I hear the door squeak open and the heavy, angry breaths of my mother. Only the thumping in my chest is audible, and I dare not move until I hear the familiar click of my door. Even then, I pause for another two minutes until I’m sure she doesn’t stand in wait to catch me being disobedient.
When I open my eyes and she’s not there, I slip out of bed and crawl over to my window. I pull the blinds and look next door into Tamaki’s room. His dark blue eyes meet mine as he lays in his bed. I scrounge around behind my desk to find my notebook. I flip through a few of the pages until I land on the one I want, holding up the page to the glass: Can I come over?
I watch him rifle through his own notebook before holding up his response.
Yes.
I tuck my notebook away and look at my door for a minute or two. She might come back. My ears tune in to every sound as I grab my jacket and stuff a deck of cards in the pocket. There’s no footsteps down the hall and the muffled sound of the TV can be heard down the hall, a signal my dad’s in bed and my mom’s still in the living room. So, I throw on my jacket and crack open my window, slow and steady.
After sneaking out and shutting it behind me, I glide across the lawn over to Tamaki’s house and through the opening he’s left me. He takes my hand and helps me into the much warmer house. I click the window lock as I get comfy on his bed.
“Hi.” I whisper.
“Hi.”
Several minutes pass and neither of us say a word. My fingers pet the dark plum comforter underneath me, focusing my attention on the soft texture while the sound of yelling echoes in my mind. Tears trek down my cheeks while I try and think of what to say, not that it’s anything Tamaki doesn’t know. We’ve known each other since middle school. It’s unlikely that there’s anything I can tell him or Mirio that neither of them would know. They're probably sick and tired of you telling them the same stupid shit all the time.
“Are you…okay?” My best friend’s gentle voice breaks the silence.
“It’s nothing new, I’m fine.” I sniffle, wiping my face and shoving my emotions away, all the way down to soles of my feet. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”
“Are you staying for the evening?” He asks. “Mother knows your situation; you know she doesn’t mind if you stay for the night.”
“I know. I don’t know if I’m staying, yet. Mom has started checking my room in the middle of the night.” I explain, raking my fingers through my hair as I look up at him with red eyes and swollen cheeks. “The fights have been getting more frequent and the drinking is worse.”
“Does Mirio know?” He asks.
“I texted him, but you know he goes to bed early. He’s already asleep, or I wouldn’t have bothered you. I’m sorry, Maki-kun.” I sigh and place my face in my hands. “I just don’t like being there at night; I feel so alone and afraid. But then I feel guilty because shouldn’t I want to be with my family? I sneak out just like she accuses me. I don’t sleep around and I don’t get into drugs like she accuses, but I’m still sneaking out. If I didn’t do that, would it make her and Dad fight less?”
“I-I wasn’t trying to imply…that you were bothering me. I only…wanted to make sure Mirio was aware…of the situation.” Tamaki trembles a bit as he explains and starts wringing his hands, eyeing his wall. “H-He’s…a lot better with encouragement. B-But…I’m sure that the situation between your parents is not your fault.”
“Then why does it feel like it?” I choke out, shoving my palms into my eyes so I won’t cry anymore. It feels like all I’ve done for the majority of my teenage life is cry. Weak. Pathetic. “Why does it feel like everything I do is the reason they won’t stop fighting? Mom won’t stop drinking. Dad’s barely home trying to provide for us. I don’t know what to do to make it stop.”
When the warmth of Tamaki’s arm wraps around me, sheltering me in safety, I break. The dam bursts and I cling to him as shaky sobs rattle through his room. Thoughts surface from the first time he and I went to middle school, his body shaking as he tried to speak up at the front of the classroom. I remember being so quiet and afraid that I hadn’t been able to reassure him, my childhood best friend. Seeing Mirio do it so easily later that afternoon had humbled me, and it wasn’t until lunch time when the two boys were sitting alone that I’d decided to be brave and join Tamaki and the blonde-haired stranger.
Since I could remember, Tamaki had always been my best friend, my ride or die. Having someone new that didn’t automatically write me off as a stuck up prick was a breath of fresh air. Mom had flagrantly accused me of being a slut the moment I’d come home raving about Mirio.
This comforter has caught more of my tears than my own. I think with an ache in my chest. Gentle, familiar hands rub up and down my shoulders as I wonder where I went wrong. Was it when I first became friends with Tamaki? With Mirio? When I got my first F on an assignment? The first time I called my mom out for cheating on Dad?
“What’s wrong with me?” I whimper.
“What do you mean?”
“They wouldn’t fight if I was gone.” I cough. “If I went away their lives would be better.”
“That’s not true!” Tamaki gasps and pulls back so he can look at me. “Life is so much brighter with you. You’re like Mirio. Everything around you…everyone you interact with…your very presence makes everyone happier.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.” I say. “I feel like I bring gloom and despair wherever I go.”
“That seems more like something I would say, don’t you think?” Tamaki teases, nudging me a bit and giving me a shaky smile. “I-I…understand better than anyone…about feeling less than adequate.”
“You’re so amazing, though! And you’re my bestie, so you know I’m honest when I say you’re the best. You’ve trained and worked so hard to be where you’re at. You’ve made great strides. And I…” I go back to playing with his comforter as he continues to let me lean into his side. “All I’ve done is–”
“You’ve trained hard too.” Tamaki never interrupts, so I make sure to heed what he says. “You were so scared to choose the hero track. We both were. But you were the one who encouraged me from the beginning to take a step into the hero world when I didn’t believe I could. You and Mirio pushed me forward toward that bright future. It never would have started so early if it wasn’t for you.”
Listening to him helps quiet my mind and focus on the more positive side of life, even as the bad voices still lurk on the outskirts of my mind. I pull back and sit up, yawning and realizing just how tired I am as my body calms down.
“...is the offer to stay still available?”
“You know my mother would never turn you down. I’ll pull out the extra futon.”
. . . . .
The guest futon feels comfortable and safe. No yelling invades my dreams to feed my nightmares. My alarm goes off about thirty minutes before I need to wake up, and when I blink my eyes open I find Takara nestled against my chest.
I grunt and thread my fingers through her hair.
“Taka-chan?” I coo, my worries instantly fading at the sight of the little girl. It takes her a moment to fully wake up, but then her pretty blue eyes blink up at me. “What are you doing here?”
“Bad jeem.” She babbles, tucking her head back into me and going to sleep again.
“Aww,” I purr, petting her hair for a few more minutes until anxiety clutches at my throat. If Mom wakes up and sees I’m gone… “Come on, Rara. I have to go back to my house.”
“No go!” She whines, holding tighter. “Iku stay?”
“I can’t stay, honey.” I frown. “I have to go to school in a little bit with your brother. And right now I have to go home so my mom doesn’t get mad at me.”
“No!”
Her determination to keep me here endears me to her all the more, but I give a heavy yawn with my quirk and she’s out for the count. I shift carefully and leave her bundled up in blankets on the futon. I notice Tamaki still sleeps on, so I grab his notebook and write a note for him.
Went home. Will walk with you to school as usual, though.
I get ready for school and walk with Tamaki to Mirio’s with minimal criticism from my mother before I go. To be fair, she’s too hungover to do much aside from nurse her headache with an icepack.
The second Mirio walks up to me and Tamaki, I tackle him in a hug. I squeeze him with all my limbs and exhale all of my sad. He has a way of soaking up all of my hurts, his affection a healing balm to cure my wounds.
“Good morning, Sunbeam.” He breathes in my ear. “From the looks of your texts, it seems like you had a rough night…and not in the good way.” He winks at me, before pecking my lips. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s just the same old, same old. My mom’s just been drinking more and it’s made it hard to sleep at night. I stayed at Maki-kun’s last night.” I explain, letting him set me down and taking his hand as we head to UA.
“That’s been happening more frequently. Are you sure there’s nothing we can do?” Mirio tilts his head, never losing his optimistic expression.
“No. It’s our last year at UA. There’s not really a point. Besides…I don’t want to be the reason for her getting in trouble when I’m already the reason she and Dad fight.” I hold his hand tighter, betraying my fear.
“That’s not your fault, Ichan.” He leans over to smother my cheek in kisses until I’m giggling. Only then does he smile again. “My mom once said that sometimes parents with a lot of problems try to pick the one constant in their life to become the scapegoat of all their issues and insecurities. You’re the one thing they can control, so they use it to their advantage.”
“N-Not to mention…they think…you’re oblivious to all the problems…they’ve created.” Tamaki adds on.
“It’s true. They severely underestimate that beautiful brain of yours.” Mirio slinks his arm around my waist.
He makes my back tingle as part of his arm phases through me playfully so he can comfortably rest his hand there.
“Mi-kun!” I shriek out a laugh, squirming as the strange feeling sends tremors down my spine. “I’ve told you that tickles!”
“Have you told me that?” He smirks. “I don’t recall you saying anything of the sort.”
“You totally do! I can see it on your face!”
“That’s subjective evidence.”
“Mirio-AH!” He starts tickling me in the sides with his fingers this time and I bolt down the sidewalk as the school building comes in sight.
“Oh? So we’re doing endurance training now, are we? Come on, Suneater! We can’t lose!”
I hear him getting closer behind me and use his closeness as motivation to add one last burst of speed to make it to the staircase. My foot meets the first step when Mirio’s arm swoops around my waist twirling me around and clutching me against his chest.
“Gotcha! There’s no way you beat Lemillion!” He laughs victoriously as I pant and catch my breath.
For a moment, he just holds me like that and I let him, forcing oxygen in my lungs. His smile flattens into a neutral expression as he presses his ear more intently to my chest. I flush and look around awkwardly until he speaks.
“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” Mirio hums.
“Well, yeah, I kinda just ran the last two blocks to get here.” I snort, heart still pounding in my ears. “I’ll bet your heart is beating pretty fast too.”
“I like it.” Mirio states, finally setting me on my feet and cupping my face in his hands. “The more I’m with you, the more things I find to love!”
I crinkle my nose and find something else to focus on so I don’t automatically turn down the compliment. I reach up and smooth down Mirio’s uniform collar as an excuse to touch him.
“I could say the same about you, Slippery Boi.”
He drops his hands to my waist since we still have time to wait outside and presses his forehead to mine. Poor Tamaki plants his forehead against the outer wall of the school when he recognizes the intimate look on Mirio’s face. He typically tries to give us our space as a couple when we need our affectionate moments.
“I’m glad you have Tamaki next door to help you when I’m not able to.” Mirio whispers, gazing at me with so much love. “I trust him with my life. It makes me feel better to know that he’s close by in case there’s an emergency.”
“Mi-kun, it’s not like that. My family might yell a lot, but they’d never…” I open my mouth to finish that sentence, but find I can’t. Memories of intentional bruises and cuts from my father remain burned in my memory.
“They would.” He says through pursed lips.
“They do the best they can.” I defend.
“They can still do better.”
“I know.” I look away from him.
“ You deserve better.”
Again, I can’t accept something positive about myself, at least not verbally. I’ve been working on it, but verbal agreement still remains a struggle.
“Takara came to me for nightmare comfort last night.” I change the subject.
“Ichi-chan…”
“What do you want me to say, Mirio?” I huff, tears glistening in my eyes. “I know you think I deserve better and I know Tamaki agrees. I know you both would rather I just make an appointment with Hound Dog or bring it to a staff member’s attention, but I can’t. I don’t want…”
“You’re scared for what’ll happen when you get taken away?”
There it is. I move until my face plants against him. Mirio doesn’t allow it. He knows exactly what I need. He tilts my chin up and claims my lips fiercely, tugging my lip. He pulls back and then kisses me again, harder until my mind is blank. As we both stand there breathless, he rubs his thumbs over my cheeks.
“You don’t ever have to be afraid while I’m here.” He promises. “You don’t have to tell Hound Dog about everything, but I think you’d feel better if you at least brought up how stressed you’ve been. Midterms are coming up and you’ve worked too hard to let your parents mess that up for you. And I don’t care if you believe this, but I’m going to say it again.” He puts his forehead to mine again so I have to look into his sparkling eyes. “You deserve better.”
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then look up at him again. It could be time for a change, Little One. He speaks the truth. You deserve a better life than constant fear.
“Have I ever told you just how stubborn you are?” I pout.
“If you have, my ears were phased and I must have missed it.” He chuckles, kissing my forehead. “But I’ve definitely been told that my whole life a time or two.”
I roll my eyes but grin. “Don’t ever change, Mi-kun.”
“Sounds like a recipe for dirty clothes.”
That earns him a jab in the ribs just as the bell rings to start the day.
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Hello my lovely, amazing Mickey! I would like to submit an idea, if this is not something you like just delete it ❤ Laf you!
So. Tamaki Amajiki. Anxiety boy. He's been together with his s/o for a long time now and they've been supporting each other all the way. Usually, whenever his anxiety gets the better of him, he can count on his s/o to have his back. However, something has happened to s/o and now it is his turn to gather all his courage and have s/o's back, because they just can't deal with it on their own. It can be stress/anxiety, a villain, a family situation ... whatever your beautiful brain can come up with ❤ long story short: Tamaki forgetting about/pushing aside his anxiety for a short while to help/stand up for his s/o.
Hewwo! Here to present you with one anxiety boie! I really hope you like it! ;; @silenceofthecookies
How could this happen? It wasn’t supposed to go this way. You were the one who usually kept it together for Amajiki’s sake. He could count on you, always.
Granted, it sometimes embarrassed him how easy it seemed for you to understand his struggles, take his hand and get through to him. You loved seeing the panic vanishing from his expression and turn into something more tranquil, trusting. However, it was never that easy for you - you were simply a little stronger, a little better at hiding your troubles. Besides, Tamajiki always told you how proud he was of you for handling things so well.
That’s what made this situation all the more frustrating for you. There’s only so much a person can handle before something gives out. Today was rough, you felt overwhelmed with the world, couldn’t even handle the smallest sound. The light seemed harsh, the room felt warm and your breathing came in short puffs. It didn’t help that Amajiki looked like he was about to lose his mind. Of course nothing good was going to come from showing this side of yourself this late in the relationship.
You expected him to go into a full-blown panic attack at the sight of you, were already squeezing your eyes shut as tears dripped down your chin and you prepared to utter an apology. What actually happened was Amajiki kneeling in front of you, his hands shaking as they reached up to cup your cheeks. “I-- I’m so sorry you’re going through this, love, but-- but you’re not alone. I’m here.”
You sniffled, a small croak leaving you as you tried to breathe. “I’m so s--”
Amajiki shook his head, “No, love. Don’t apologize. P-Please…” He let out a sigh and squared his shoulders, trying to compose himself. “Let’s go sit over on the couch. I can-- I can hold you until you’re ready to talk. I-Is that okay?”
You looked up at him, his eyes scared but filled with determination. This man really wanted to help, and you trusted him - knew that he would help. Maybe it was time for you to let down some walls. You nodded. With Amajiki, you were safe.
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Tamaki Amajiki x Reader | Takoyaki Sprinkled With Love
fTW: all characters (except lunch rush, who is briefly mentioned) are in high school, but there is no explicit content of them!, tamaki gets insecure sometimes, very brief mirio x reader
KEY TAGS: love potion/spell au, pre-canon (spoiler free), reader has a quirk, strangers to best friends to lovers, fluff and angst, happy ending, misunderstandings, jealousy, pining, confessions, kissing
WORD COUNT: 16,791
CROSS POST: ao3
OPENING NOTE: thanks for clicking on this! please do not repost, copy, modify, or overall plagiarize this work anywhere else please. plagiarism is never acceptable, both in mla 8 format and in fanfiction! for translations, message me, and we can talk about it!
SUMMARY: "So, what does this have to do with your sudden hesitation? Well, you’ve been planning on filling these takoyaki with a crush-like feeling…for you. Don’t get the wrong idea! You don’t want to have the intended recipient of these takoyaki fall in love with you! You don’t even want a relationship with him! Well, you do, but you don’t hope to achieve that by giving these to him. No, you just wanted to see what it would feel like for him to reciprocate your feelings for only a week. The person you were hoping to give these can be pretty aloof, and you’re positive he doesn’t like you back. You don’t even think he’s interested in anyone like that. Who is this person? It’s Tamaki Amajiki, one of your best friends and fellow second year student at UA."
Or where you try to make Tamaki Amajiki fall in love with you through the power of your quirk and takoyaki to get over him, but things don't go to plan.
“Last one!”
After rotating the last takoyaki in the pan with a toothpick, you transfer it onto the small plate that was carrying the five other takoyaki, situating it on the very top of the pyramid to give it a more aesthetic appearance. Feeling the takoyaki looks naked without it, you quickly yet meticulously drizzle some takoyaki sauce and Japanese mayonnaise. Then, you sprinkle some dried green seaweed for a finishing touch. You wipe your forehead of sweat, feeling hot from being so close to the oven, which is two hundred degrees Celsius. You turn the knob to the left to turn off the stove and take a brief moment to admire your work.
Even though you’ve never cooked takoyaki before, you would say you did a pretty good job for your first time. While you do not know how it tastes yet, you had to at least give yourself a pat on the back for the delectable presentation. You only made a meager six takoyaki, a perfect sample size in case something went wrong. The takoyaki had managed to maintain most of its circular shape, and the sauce oozing off the sides of the takoyaki to the bottom of the plate would make anyone's mouth water, including your own. Don’t even mention the savory aroma dispensing throughout the room.
You move all of the leftover ingredients and cooking utensils to the far side of the counter. There is no one else in the home-ec room but you. Students in UA’s General Education Department rarely stay in the building past 4 p.m. unless they have clubs, unlike the students in the Heroes Department, who typically straggle in the training grounds until the sun sets. Cooking Club had meetings in Lunch Rush’s kitchen, so all home-ec classrooms are always available for your extensive use. You preferred cooking at UA because you enjoyed using their resources. UA has top-of-the-notch equipment for all of the departments, including the often overlooked General Education Department (your department pales in comparison to the more lustrous Heroes Department). You would be an idiot not to take advantage of that, so that’s why you’re here, utilizing your school’s resources instead of cooking in the comforts of your own home.
You engage in a staring contest with the takoyaki, heart pounding and hands sweating at the thought of what you have been planning to do with these octopus snacks. You see, your quirk is “Food Feeling.” It allows you to infuse whatever you cook with your feelings, which would then transfer onto the eater. So, for example, if you infuse happiness into these takoyaki, the eater would experience an added boost of happiness only for some time. Judging by the size of the takoyaki, you would say the effect of one takoyaki would last for only nine hours. While some emotions have an infinite capacity, such as love, most of them are finite, meaning you should keep in mind how often you use your quirk. If you use, again for example, too much happiness, you would be in a sad and despondent mood until you recover more happiness, which is done by doing things that make you happy.
So, what does this have to do with your sudden hesitation? Well, you’ve been planning on filling these takoyaki with a crush-like feeling…for you. Don’t get the wrong idea! You don’t want to have the intended recipient of these takoyaki fall in love with you! You don’t even want a relationship with him! Well, you do, but you don’t hope to achieve that by giving these to him. No, you just wanted to see what it would feel like for him to reciprocate your feelings for only a week. The person you were hoping to give these can be pretty aloof, and you’re positive he doesn’t like you back. You don’t even think he’s interested in anyone like that. Who is this person? It’s Tamaki Amajiki, one of your best friends and fellow second year student at UA.
Despite being in different departments, you somehow befriended Tamaki, Mirio Togata, and Nejire Hado. While Mirio is especially infamous for stripping naked in the school festival a few months ago, he and the others have been gradually gaining attention via their internships, and, from what you’ve been hearing, they have also been rising exponentially up the student ranks in the Heroes Department. All of UA’s departments share the same lunch time. Now, having more authority and capability as a second-year, when this school year first started, you had struck a deal with Lunch Rush where you can cook anything you want at UA and sell some of whatever you cooked every Thursday. In exchange, you would give half of your profits to UA. Anyways, your baked goods, particularly your “Confident Crêpes” and “Motivation Madeleines”, took off, and now you sell out in a matter of minutes. One day, Mirio bought some of your goods and, for a reason you have yet to know, invited you to sit with him, Tamaki, and Nejire at lunch.
“Sorry, guys, Mirio invited me to sit with him and his friends today,” you stand by the table in front of you instead of sitting down with your friends like you usually do, which puzzles them at first, “Would it be okay if I ate with them today?”
“Mirio? The one who was completely naked at the school festival?” your friend, Yaginuma Kyoko, scowls as her hair dips into the ramen broth.
“What does he want with you?” your other friend, Oshima Yoriyuki, asks you a question as well, despite his mouth being full.
“I don’t know,” you shrug, just as clueless as your friends, “I was just selling him some Energy Éclairs, and he invited me to eat with him, Nejire Hado, and Tamaki Amajiki!”
“Nejire and Tamaki as well?” Oshima finally swallows and gapes at you bug-eyed.
“What did Mirio even say?” Yaginuma ties her blonde hair back into a rushed ponytail, irritated by her hair falling into her bowl of noodles every time she leaned in to take a bite.
“Nothing crazy,” you recall the eleven words he said to you (yes, you remembered exactly what he said and counted how many words there were to make sure that what had happened was real), “He simply asked, ‘Hey, do you want to eat lunch with me and my friends?’”
“Sounds like something Mirio would say,” your blonde friend concludes, and the both of you look at her with questionable faces.
“You know him or something?” Oshima raises a brow since he’s never seen her with the hero student (the same goes for you).
“No, it just sounds like something he would do,” she slurps down her noodles before elaborating, “He’s characterized as this very friendly and lighthearted guy, or so I hear.”
“Ah,” he then shoos you away with his hands, urging you to leave, “Well, what are you waiting for then? Go ahead! We’ll see you in class later!”
“Are you sure?” you worry for your friends, scared of hurting their feelings if you left them.
“Yeah, and get Miro’s number for me!” Yaginuma calls out before continuing her meal, “Haven’t forgotten those rippling abs and those—.”
“You’re absolutely disgusting,” Oshima shakes his head disapprovingly.
“Yeah, I will not be doing that,” you roll your eyes and wave them goodbye, “Thanks for understanding! I promise to eat with you guys tomorrow! See you in class!”
With affirmations from Oshima and Yaginuma, you make your way over to where the Heroes Department is supposed to be seated (while the departments can eat with each other, they mainly keep to their own sectors). You feel a little anxious and, to be honest, awkward joining Mirio and his friends. You’ve never interacted with any of them before today, let alone talked to them. Also, lately, they’re starting to be considered celebrities in your school, even in the General Education Department. While some may also consider you to be well-known due to your part-time business at UA, sitting with them feels above your paygrade.
Before you know it, you’re less than thirty centimeters from the table, and you feel your palms begin to sweat from nervousness. Mirio and Tamaki are sitting next to each other while Nejire sits across from them with an empty seat next to her and closer to the outside. Tamaki quietly eats his food and listens attentively to Mirio and Nejire’s boisterous badinage with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. Before you could say anything, Mirio looks over to you and stands up from his seat so suddenly, his chair is pushed far back and almost into the partition behind him, startling his lunchtime companions.
“(L/N)!” he greets you with a volume you aren’t ready for and gestures to the seat across from Tamaki, “Come, have a seat! Nejire, Tamaki, this is the person who sold those Energy Éclairs and all those other treats. (L/N), these are my friends, Nejire and Tamaki!”
“H-hi!” you curse yourself for stuttering and swallow down your trepidation, prepared to give a more confident introduction, “A-as Mirio said, my name is (L/N) (Y/N)! I’m from the General Education Department. It’s nice to meet you guys!”
You look around the table to survey everyone else’s reactions, and your stomach sinks at Tamaki’s reaction. Tamaki gives you a very intense glare—so intense that it freezes you in place—but then wilts like a dying flower and stares down at his lunch tray. Mirio, who notices him cower right away, slaps him on the back and tells him that he has nothing to fear. You can’t tell if Tamaki is annoyed or uncomfortable by your appearance (probably both) and feel bad that you had intruded on their lunch. Before you can ask Mirio for a raincheck, Nejire pulls you down to your chair with a force strong enough that you practically fall onto the chair with a clatter.
“(L/N), right? I’m Nejire Hado!” she shakes your hand aggressively in a comedic way with an opulent smile, “I’m sorry if Mirio ruined any plans you had. He tends to be spontaneous like that.”
“What’s so bad about inviting a new friend?” Mirio lets out a hearty laugh, but no one does the same (not in a mean way, it seemed).
Nejire gleams at you with sparkles of keen interest in her periwinkle eyes and leans in closer to you as if she’s observing a scientific specimen in a lab, “So, (L/N), tell me about your quirk! What’s it called? What does it do? Are there any limitations?”
“Don’t scare her off already,” the blonde hero-student softly chastises and gives you an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry. Nejire here has a rather curious personality, so she asks a lot of questions, even blunt ones.”
“It’s all right,” you adjust yourself on the chair, and your nerves slow down to a calming pace as you’ll talk about a topic you’re quite familiar with, “My quirk is called ‘Food Feeling.’ I know it’s not that creative, but I have no idea what else to call it, haha! Basically, I can put my feelings into any food I cook through physical contact. So, for example, your Energy Éclairs. I made those éclairs myself and touched them to give them that energizing feeling. And, don’t worry, I wore gloves. Sanitation is a primary concern for me! However, if I do it too much, again, in this case with that energizing feeling, I would feel tired as my energy would be depleted.”
“Ohhh,” Nejire places a finger near her lips and thinks of more questions to ask, “So, your quirk can pervade clothing? What about other materials? Does it need to be your hands specifically?”
“I haven’t really tested out different materials, but,” you observe your palms to visualize how thin a material can be in order for your quirk to work, “I would say the material separating me and the food would have to be less than five centimeters. It doesn’t have to be my hand, but I don’t think anyone would want to eat food that was in contact with my foot or something.”
“Right, and—!”
“Nejire, let them eat first,” Tamaki shocks you by speaking for the first time since you came here; he doesn’t lift his head, though, and continues eating.
“N-no, it’s fine, I don’t mind,” you unzip your lunch bag and take out your thermos, unscrewing the lid to uncover what was inside, “I’m comfortable with talking about my quirk, and it’s a good way for you guys to get to know more about me.”
“Yeah, see, Tamaki?” Nejire holds a triumphant smile on her face, happy to be able to ask more questions, “Since Mr. ‘Don’t Ask Anymore Questions’ is here, I’ll just ask these last few for now. How exactly does your quirk work? Is there a time limit? Can you, like, make people have certain thoughts?”
“Well,” you take a moment to think about it to be able to explain it in lay person’s terms as how your quirk works can be difficult to understand to some, “Can I borrow your éclair for a second?”
Nejire promptly gives it to you, also giving you her complete attention, and you begin to use it as an example, “When someone eats something that was affected by my quirk, they don’t feel it from nothing. That emotion is added onto theirs. So, again with the whole energy example, if the eater has no energy in their system, eating this eclair would only give them some energy. The size is proportional to the effect. The bigger the food, the more of the emotion they would experience. Time is also proportional to size. An éclair like this would only give energy for about…twelve hours. And, as for the thoughts thing, I’m not exactly sure. Some emotions, like confidence, would give the eater different thoughts about themself, but I don’t think I can make them think a certain type of way, if you know what I mean. I haven’t tried, so, I’m not one hundred percent certain, but I don’t think I could make someone fall in love with me or something, haha!”
“Such a cool quirk! There are so many questions I want to ask you!” she reaches outward, wanting something from you, “Give me your phone, so I can text you!”
“O-oh, of course!” your heartbeat picks up at the idea of having Nejire Hado’s phone number in your phone.
You unlock your phone and hand it to her, which she snatches in an instant.
Her fingers dart across the digital keyboard as she types in her contact, and, after a quick snapshot of her face, she gives you your phone back, “Here you go! While I was putting in my number, I just thought of another question! Last one, pinky promise!”
You laugh at her extreme interest in your quirk and pocket your phone away, “Sure, what is it?”
“Can your bodily liquids also transfer emotions to food, like sweat or pee?” she asks so nonchalantly as though she is merely commenting on the sunny weather outside.
“Nejire, why?” Tamaki sags more towards the table and lunch tray, his own way of burying his face in his hands at Nejire’s question.
“What? Did I say something wrong?” she acts like she didn’t just ask such a strange question and turns back to you for your response.
“Uh…” you’re taken aback by the sudden change in questioning, not wanting to imagine such a thing, “I’m not sure, and I don’t think I want to try to find out, haha!”
You check on Tamaki to see how he’s doing. Aside from his brief remarks, Tamaki hasn’t said anything else. You glimpse at him, not wanting to make him even more uncomfortable by blatantly staring instead. He’s still staring down at his lunch tray with…shaky eyes? That’s the best way to describe it. His lips also curve downward into a twitchy frown. His lunch is hardly touched, and you begin to wonder if it was you or something else that’s making him so uneasy. It’s most likely because of you, but….
“Tamaki?” you call out his name with a hand partly reaching out in concern (you don’t want to reach too far out and burst his personal space bubble), “Are you okay?”
The indigo-haired hero-student flinches as if he wasn’t expecting for you to talk to him, and finally looks up to make eye contact with you before flickering his gaze elsewhere, “Sorry…I’ve been trying to imagine you as a carrot this whole time, so I would be able to talk to you…but I still can’t think of anything to say. Mirio and Nejire are better at conversation anyways.”
“Oh, don’t be like that Tamaki!” Mirio whacks him again on the back, and Tamaki coughs violently from the impact, “You have lots of good things to say! You just have to be more confident about yourself.”
“The carrot didn’t work this time? How about a piece of broccoli?” Nejire suggests another vegetable for him to imagine.
“The vegetable doesn’t matter,” Tamaki dismisses the idea and returns to his lunch, “It’s just weird to see someone as a vegetable with a human body.”
“Then include the body with the vegetable imagery,” Nejire shrugs as if there is nothing more that could be done.
You frown at the predicament, knowing what it’s like to be nervous in the presence of new people. Not only were you like that mere moments before you sat down (Nejire and Mirio’s enthusiasm helped you feel more comfortable and at ease with them), but it was also like that in grade school when you introduced yourself to the entire class that one time you transferred. It’s not the greatest, and you wish you could do something to help without being too intrusive.
You glance at your lunchbag and come up with an idea when you see the bun you baked this morning when preparing your lunch, as you always do. You take the baked good out of its container and contemplate what feeling you should use: confidence or calmness?
You muster an appropriate amount of calmness and, after using your quirk on the pastry, gingerly offer it to your schoolmate in front of you, “Here, Tamaki. I used my quirk on this, so you should feel calmer after eating it.”
He stares at it incredulously, and you begin to worry if you overstepped…or if it was because of your hands, “S-sorry, I should have washed my hands before I did that! You don’t have to eat it. I-I’ll just…”
You stop digging your grave any deeper and effectively stop talking. If he doesn’t respond within the next three seconds, you’re going to excuse yourself from this table and never come back. Maybe even transfer schools entirely.
“No, it’s not that,” his lips slide into an unsure slant, and his brows furrow with guilt, “You made that bun yourself, so you deserve it more than I do.”
With that poor excuse, you now urge him to take it from you, “Oh, that’s not true! You deserve this bun just as much as I do. Besides, I can make this anytime I want. Please, take it.”
After a moment of deep consideration, he takes the treat from you and slowly takes a bite. You watch him cautiously and pray that he likes it, or, at the very least, doesn’t think it’s bad since you made that yourself. When he finishes his first bite, his eyes widen but not in the same way as when they first glared at you; it’s more out of surprise, which you can’t tell if that was a good thing or not. He then takes another bite, and the quirk visibly starts to work. His shoulders slowly fall and loosen from their previously stiff and mountain-high level. His posture straightens from his slump. His head also gradually rises upward, his eyes moving on from his lunch tray to you and the others.
“How was it?” you ask, relieved and pleased to see your quirk taking effect.
“Yeah, describe how you feel right now!” Nejire excitedly adds in like she’s ready to take notes and jot down some observations.
“I feel a lot more calmer,” he looks at himself in disbelief and then directly at you, which almost makes you flinch in your seat as he’s had very fleeting glimpses at you but nothing more than that, “Not only that, the bun was a lot better than I was expecting. I mean, I knew it would taste good since I’ve had your other treats, but I didn’t think something so simple would be so delicious. Thank you, (L/N).”
“Of course,” you blush at the compliment, still not used to people giving you praise for your cooking, “I also understand what it’s like to feel anxious meeting new people, so I figured giving you something to calm you down would be best. Also, you don’t need to feel so nervous talking to me! As someone who can also be nervous talking to new people, I relate.”
He gives you nothing more than an eased expression, but you interpret it as an agreement to be less nervous around you without the use of your quirk.
“Aw, Tamaki’s all grown up!” Mirio wipes fake tears from his eyes to imitate a proud father, “Look at him making friends!”
“Quit it, Mirio,” he inwardly groans and gets embarrassed at Mirio’s faux display of paternal affection.
The rest of you laughed, and Nejire asks him more questions about your bun. You continue to eat your lunch, hoping to finish before the lunch period ends, and delightfully watch the interrogation before you as though it’s a TV show. The thought of sitting with them at lunch from now on filled you with anticipation and excitement for tomorrow’s lunch. Well, more like the day after tomorrow. You did promise your friends that you would sit with them tomorrow in exchange, which doesn’t make you upset or disappointed. You would just have to wait for the day after, and what’s stopping you from getting their numbers now to keep in contact outside of lunch? Wait, would that be too soon? But you have Nejire’s number already. Then again, she asked you.
Before you could let this mere debate escalate into a moral dilemma, Mirio asks for your number and asks for Tamaki. After all, a calm bun isn’t going to completely change Tamaki into this confident, more proactive person. You have no problem giving them your number and type it in their phones, happy to soon have more people in your contact list. As you give back the phones, you hope that this one encounter will establish a strong, long lasting friendship between the four of you.
Since then, you’ve gotten closer to the trio, especially Tamaki. You can’t pinpoint the exact reason why you felt so drawn to him when you two first met, and, as you get to learn more about him, you come up with more and more possibilities. Maybe it’s because you can relate to his social anxiety. It could be because his quirk is food-related just like yours. Is it because of his keen insight and admiration for others’ hard work? Or maybe it’s because of this calm ambience he possesses despite being a rather frantic person. Actually, that might be how you came to acquire this unfortunate crush on him.
Not too long after your first luncheon with them, Mirio added you to a group chat with him, Tamaki, and Nejire in it. This group chat helped you become closer to them, especially through the countless video calls Mirio starts almost every other night. Through those calls, you got to know more about everyone and noticed that you had a lot in common with Tamaki. From there, you began to send him memes and other pictures that reminded you of him. As the days passed, your text conversations became longer and longer, evolving from simple memes to talking about how your days went to reminiscing grade school memories. This wasn’t when you began to have a crush on him, though. Not yet.
There was one night where you just wanted some company but didn’t want to talk to anyone; you just wanted to be in someone else’s presence while you did other things, like homework or playing video games. Only one person came to mind when you were wondering who you could call: Tamaki Amajiki. He wasn’t as talkative as your other friends, and you felt close enough to be in a private call with him. You texted him, asking if it would be okay. After seeing the typing bubble fade in and out of view for a couple of minutes, he finally agreed, and you tapped the “Call” button after reading that text. He asked you if you were okay, and you told him why you wanted to call him. He said that he understood and, in a less confident tone, that you could talk to him about anything if you felt comfortable. You remember your heart skipping a beat and feeling extremely grateful for this display of concern.
You took him up on that offer, and, every now and then, you go on private calls with Tamaki. Sometimes, the two of you just bask in each other’s presence, even if both of your cameras are off. Other times, you tell him about your day, and he would either listen attentively or tell you a little bit about his day as well. However, texting is still your primary method of having conversations; you figured texting would be more convenient for him.
Anyways, last month close to Valentine’s Day, Nejire started talking about crushes and dating during lunch. After lamenting over the lack of love in her life, she turned to you and asked about your love life. You were flustered at the sudden spotlight on you and tried to answer her wide range of questions, from your sexuality to if you had dated anyone before. At this point, you’re already used to Nejire’s inquisitive yet sometimes intrusive behavior, but it doesn’t make answering her questions any easier. She then asked if you had a crush on anyone, which you immediately denied. She wiggled her eyebrows, gestured to Mirio and Tamaki, who were innocently eating their own lunches, and asked if you had a crush on either of them (whether she asked as a joke or not, you’ll never know). Embarrassed from her question, Tamaki’s cheeks flushed a bright, glowing red from the neck up and moved his gaze away from you. Meanwhile, Mirio laughed awkwardly, diving himself into his lunch and eating more ferociously. You, more hastily and urgently, told her again that you don’t have a crush on anyone, including them.
Being the little instigator she is, Nejire brought up how you had private video chats with Tamaki. You looked at her in absolute shock as you didn’t know how she knew that. It’s not that you didn’t want anyone to know; you just didn’t feel the need to tell anyone. It shouldn't be that strange for two friends to go on a video call with just the two of them anyways. Looking to Tamaki for an explanation, he looked just as surprised as you were and, this time, fully facing the partition to him out of pure mortification. Mirio stopped furiously eating his lunch and perked up at this new information. Before Nejire could press you more on the matter, Mirio graciously stopped her by changing subjects, which you silently thanked him for.
When you got home, you recalled what Nejire was suggesting and spent the majority of the day reflecting on your relationship with Tamaki. As you thought more and more about him, your stomach would fill with fluttering butterflies, and you would begin to feel feverish. Dismissing these feelings as a result of winter transitioning into spring and all the pollen that comes with it, you had successfully managed to deny that any feeling you had for Tamaki was anything other than strictly platonic for the first few days. However, when you went on another call with him one night, with those thoughts Nejire implanted inside your mind, you succumbed to the sad reality: you have a crush on your best friend.
It’s been only two weeks since this revelation, and your second year is almost over, entering its third and final term. After coming to the conclusion that you have a crush on Tamaki, you only have two options: 1) confess your feelings, which are sure to end up rejected or 2) get over him. Finding option two much more favorable, you contrived only two grand plans on how to go about this: 1) cut him off entirely, which meant you would also have to cut off Mirio and Nejire or 2) get Tamaki to have feelings for you and enjoy it while it lasts to make your crush go away. Clearly, you didn’t want to use the first method, so you decided to use the unconventional and very specific second method obtained from fanfiction. How? Well, as you explained earlier, you plan to give Tamaki these takoyaki supplemented with romantic feelings for you, so you could experience what it would be like for him to like you back. Then, after the effects wear off, you would be satisfied and move on.
Is this ethical? No, probably not. Will you possibly get even stronger feelings for him? Yeah, probably. Does this actually work? Half of the time! Does it work only because the person had a crush on the other person the entire time, so they end up in a romantic relationship? Perhaps! There’s also the chance that the romantic feelings won’t transfer over since your quirk, as far as you know, only allows you to transfer feelings, not feelings about a certain thing or person. Nevertheless, this will one hundred percent work with a ninety-nine percent chance of error!
Before you can question your actions again for the umpteenth time, you let out a deep breath and wash your hands. After slipping on some gloves, you place your hands on the takoyaki in front of you in such a way that you would be able to transfer these crush feelings in one go. Miraculously, you don’t burn from how hot the takoyaki was earlier; did it already cool down in such a short amount of time?
You close your eyes and imagine Tamaki to help better channel these feelings into the takoyaki. Even the mere thought of him boosts your body temperature by two degrees or more.
Indigo-colored hair. Raisin black eyes. Slim stature.
Walking through the park with Tamaki. Cooking up breakfast inside your kitchen with him.
Before your mind transcends to more scenarios with more detail, you stop using your quirk, so you don’t end up filling these takoyaki with very intense feelings. After all, you don’t want Tamaki to obsess over you.
As you admire your craftsmanship, the door to the home-ec room abruptly slides open, and you let out a squeal, your heart practically leaping out of your chest.
“Hey, (L/N)!” Mirio yells out while marching proudly into the room, approaching your lone figure, and Nejire and Tamaki file in behind him.
“M-Mirio!” you shout, not expecting him or anyone else to find you here at all and taking the takoyaki behind your back to hide it, “Wh-what’re you guys doing here?”
“Sorry for intruding,” Tamaki apologizes and stands diagonally behind Mirio, looking out of place with his hands in his pockets, “I told Mirio to just call you, but he thought that you wouldn’t answer. So, he asked where you were, and we ended up here.”
“We wanted to hangout today!” Mirio answers with a thumbs up and a big smile, “None of us have any internship duties, and we just finished our training. It’s Friday, so we can worry about homework on Sunday night. Are you free?”
“Uh…” you wonder if you have anything going on today and conclude that you don’t, “Yes, I should be! What did you have in mind?”
Before Mirio could list off some ideas, Nejire goes behind you to see what you’re hiding and takes the plate of takoyaki from your hands, showing it to everyone, “(Y/N), are these takoyaki?”
“N-Nejire!” you try to take the plate back from her, but she evades you with ease, “Y-yes, but those are affected by my quirk! You shouldn’t eat them!”
She lets out an “ooo” sound and inspects them from bottom to top, “What did you put in them?”
“Wh-what did I p-put in them?” you start to panic and say the first feeling you can think of, “H-happiness! T-they’re ‘Happiness Takoyaki!’”
“Huh, that doesn’t follow the alliteration you usually use,” Nejire eyes you suspiciously and charily places the plate of takoyaki back down, “Also, why are you stuttering so much? Are you hiding something, (L/N)?”
“N-no!” you stutter again and swallow, collecting your thoughts and trying to keep yourself in check, “No, I’m not hiding anything. I-it’s my first time making takoyaki. I’m also experimenting with something, so I don’t want you guys to eat them in case something happens, s-sorry.”
“‘Experimenting’?” Nejire tilts her head and doesn’t ask you what your experiment was, surprisingly, “Well, they look great for your first time! Why don’t we try some to give you feedback and help you with your experiment?”
“Yeah, they look tasty, and I could use a post-workout snack!” Mirio reaches out for one, but you take the plate away before he could take one.
You click your tongue at them like a parent scolding their children for reaching far inside the depths of the cookie jar, “Again, first time making them and experimenting. I don’t want to risk anything, especially with you three.”
Nejire pouts but then comes up with an idea, as seen when her face lights up, “I got it! Have only one of us try it. If anything happens, it’ll only affect one of us, and you can create an antidote to countermand any unwanted effects.”
“An antidote?” your grip around the plate loosens, and you listen to what she’s suggesting.
“Yeah! You could cook something and infuse that with sadness to reverse your quirk,” she turns to Tamaki, who flinches and then tries to shrink in the background due to the sudden attention on him, “Tamaki, isn’t takoyaki your favorite?”
“...Yes,” he timidly answers, scared as to where this is going.
“Why don’t you try for us?” Nejire smiles politely, even though you can feel a forceful aura from her.
“Huh?” Tamaki becomes more alert and wide-eyed, “Why?”
“Because you like takoyaki!” she reasons as if her line of thinking is flawless, “Besides, it’s made by (L/N)!”
What is that supposed to mean?
You realize that this is a great way to start your “Get Over Tamaki” plan but don’t want to force Tamaki into eating these right now (you were planning on just giving them to him as a gift), “Tamaki, you don’t have to eat these if you don’t want to. You can have one, but only if you want to.”
“Oh, so you’re fine with giving Tamaki your takoyaki but not us,” Nejire nudges you in the side, and you ignore her, fighting the urge to nudge her out the window.
He appears to contemplate whether he should take a takoyaki or not. After shifting eyes between the floor and plate of takoyaki, he swipes one from the pyramid and eats it quickly in one bite. It was so fast that, if you had blinked, you would have missed it. With bated breath, you wait for his reaction and observe his careful chews. As every second passes, your hands get sweatier and sweatier (you remove your gloves from discomfort, but the sweat makes it difficult), anxious yet hopeful for what’s about to happen.
“So, how’s it taste? Feel any happier?” Nejire asks while resting her chin on her hands on the counter, putting a suspicious emphasis on “happier.”
After chewing a couple of more times and, at last, swallowing, he thinks about what to say but doesn’t seem all too ready to give his opinion.
“Y-yeah, you can say whatever you want!” you encourage him, wanting to see if your quirk actually worked.
He wraps a hand around his arm, a telltale sign that he is unsure in what he is about to say, and has difficulty with looking you in the eyes, “Well…the takoyaki was really tasty…which of course it was since you made it! However, I don’t feel any happier…. Sorry, it probably doesn't work on me. I’m sure if Mirio or Nejire tried them, it would work.”
“D-don’t think like that, Tamaki,” You resist the urge to clutch your chest to prevent your heart from jumping out like a fish leaping out of its bowl, “This is an experiment, so it’s most likely my fault. W-what do you feel then?”
Tamaki takes some time to think and puts his thoughts together, “Like I appreciate myself more.”
You deadpan at his reaction as that was not what you expected, “Huh?”
“Did you make ‘Love Yourself Takoyaki’ by accident?” Nejire asks while taking a takoyaki for herself and rolling it between her fingers.
“I don’t think so,” you try to keep a calm air about you when you’re actually freaking out over Tamaki’s report, unsure what went wrong, “Y-you guys shouldn’t try this then. If Tamaki got this unintended effect, who knows what will happen for you guys?”
“Fine,” Nejire huffs out, upset that she wasn’t able to try your creation.
Mirio’s stomach growls loudly, which he lets out a sheepish chuckle about, “Well, why don’t we go get something to eat together? I still need that post-workout snack.”
You hear Mirio and Nejire make their way out of the classroom, discussing possible places to eat at. You stare at the takoyaki, wondering what went wrong. As you’re about to scrape the takoyaki into the trash with immense pity for their fate, Tamaki calls out to you.
“(L/N), I’m sorry your takoyaki didn’t work like you wanted,” he pauses before speaking, making you wonder what he’s about to say, “You don’t have to throw out the takoyaki. They were really good, and it would be a waste for them to end up in the trash.”
“Thanks, Tamaki,” you avoid his eyes to prevent yourself from furiously blushing, “but who’s going to eat it? I can’t give it to anyone because I don’t want them to be at risk of something bad happening to them. I could eat them myself, but—.”
“I can take them,” he interrupts you, which is very rare for him to do, “That is, if you don’t mind. They were really delicious, and we know that these takoyaki do nothing bad to me. I should be fine if I eat them.”
You remember what the takoyaki were originally meant for, but, since Tamaki is clearly not in love with you as intended, you don’t see the harm in it, “Okay, let me put this in a container for you. There should be one lying around here.”
As you go through the cabinets, closing and opening different doors, you find a stack of empty foil trays with their clear plastic lids next to them. You transfer the takoyaki precariously with a toothpick from the plate to the tray while Tamaki silently watches you. Mirio and Nejire come back, who finally noticed that you two weren’t following them.
“Come on, you two,” Mirio groans at the doorway, leaning weakly against it to exaggerate his state of hunger, “I’m starving!”
“Yeah, what were you doing here anyways?” Nejire has a mischievous smile about her like she knows exactly what happened here.
“I’m just packing this away for Tamaki, and I still need to put away all of these pans and stuff,” you fold the edges of the foil around the lid to seal it shut and pass it over to Tamaki, “Have you guys decided where we’re going?”
Mirio happily tells you and Tamaki the list he and Nejire made up, but you’re barely listening. As you put away various cooking utensils and ingredients, you only have one question in your mind.
Why didn’t it work?
The same hour of the following Monday, you’re back at it in the same home-ec room on the sixth floor with the same plate of takoyaki asking yourself the same question. You haven’t used your quirk on the takoyaki yet, so you stare at it in hopes of coming up with a solution to your problem. Over the weekend, you asked your family if any type of food cancels your quirk or has some effect on it. They said that there shouldn’t be, so the takoyaki itself shouldn’t be the issue.
You recall what Tamaki said after eating the takoyaki. He said that he felt more appreciative of himself, but he was supposed to have a crush on you instead. What is the connection between these two? Even though you ponder it for about five minutes, running over a series of possibilities and repeating questions at least three times over, you still do not have an answer. You impatiently conclude that you didn’t put enough “crush” feeling in the takoyaki and would just have to put some more in this time.
Sighing, this means Tamaki really doesn’t harbor any feelings for you. Again, your quirk only adds the feeling to how much of that feeling the eater feels. If Tamaki didn’t show any signs of having a crush on you despite eating that crush-filled takoyaki, then he doesn’t have any romantic feelings for you. You already know that, but it still hurts and crushes the minute hope you had.
These sad feelings might affect the takoyaki when you use your quirk on them, so you take a deep breath and exhale. Blue skies in, gray clouds out, as Yaginuma once told you. You do your routine of washing your hands and wearing the familiar blue gloves. Cracking your knuckles and ready to put as much crush as possible into these takoyaki, you place your hands on the takoyaki and summon Tamaki in your mind.
Suddenly, one of the doors opens, and the sound of it sliding open scares you. You lift your hands up as if you’re on a cooking show, and the judge yells, “Hands up!”
“(L/N)?” a familiar voice calls out your name, and you turn around frantically to identify who just came in.
Tamaki closes the door behind him and stuffs his hands in his pockets when making your way over to you. You sigh with relief when you find out that it’s only Tamaki but then start to panic again because it’s Tamaki.
“T-Tamaki!” you exclaim and try to calm yourself at the unexpected visit, “Y-you scared me! What’re you doing here? Where’s Mirio and Nejire?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he apologizes and glances over at the takoyaki in front of you, “Mirio and Nejire are busy doing hero work at their internships. Fat Gum is out of town, so I don’t have any work for now. Nejire said that you were still working on your takoyaki and sent me over to help since she couldn’t.”
“Oh, she didn’t have to do that,” you busy yourself with the takoyaki to distract yourself from him and his visage, “I’ll be okay on my own, thank you. I’m sure you want to go home like you always say, haha!”
“No, it’s okay,” he concentrates on the ground with uncertainty and doubt, “I don’t mind helping you out. I have nothing better to do…that is, if you don’t mind having me here. Sorry, I’m sure having someone around like Mirio would be more fun…”
“Oh, Tamaki,” you rush to comfort Tamaki and leave the takoyaki alone, knowing how insecure he can get, “Don’t think like that. I wouldn’t want anyone else here with me, promise! I just didn’t want to make you stay here longer than you had to. You’re more than welcome to help me out, if you want.”
He raises his head to look at you and then rapidly redirects his gaze back to the takoyaki, “Thanks. So, what is it exactly you need help with?”
“Well,” you check out your takoyaki again and think of a way to implicitly explain what you’re hoping to achieve with these treats, “I’m trying to get these takoyaki to make the eater feel a certain way. I was hoping to give these to a certain person today, but I can’t give them if they’re not working like I wanted them to.”
“Who’re you planning to give these to?” Tamkai asks innocently, and you’re left to come up with a lie on the spot.
As seen already, lying isn’t your strong suit. It was hard enough having to lie to Nejire on Friday. Lying to Tamaki is a thousand times worse! If he pushed you hard enough, you would cave in instantaneously like butter in a microwave for less than five seconds. Of course, he probably wouldn’t, but even seeing him has the same effect!
“W-well,” you stammer, hoping to stall for time, “It’s f-for…for…a s-secret someone! S-sorry, I can’t tell you!”
“Oh,” he curls in on himself like a rolly polly (the feeling of guilt immediately crawls on your back, also like a rolly polly), “And what’re you trying to make them feel? Happiness, right?”
“A-ah, yup! H-happiness indeed!” you feel your hands secrete sweat and attempt to covertly wipe them on your uniform bottoms.
Tamaki initiates eye contact with you, so you, not only fight the blood rushing to the sides of your face, surrender and tell him the truth (well, most of the truth), as predicted, “S-sorry, I really can’t tell you who it’s for. But…promise not to judge me for this?”
Receiving a quiet nod in response, you inhale deeply before beginning to recount your grand master plan without mentioning Tamaki’s role in it, “These takoyaki…. I’m trying to inject them with romantic feelings. I’m not trying to make the eater feel lovey-dovey for just anyone or everyone. I’m trying to make them have a crush…on me.”
He allows you to continue for further elaboration, so you do so to defend yourself and make yourself come off as less sleazy, “D-don’t get me wrong! I-I’m not trying to make this person fall in love with me forever and ever! I just…. I want to see what it would feel like for them to reciprocate my feelings. Only for a week, that’s it!”
After finishing your story, you brace yourself for any possible backlash over your actions and their unethicality. You even shut your eyes tight, fearful of what he has to say. At this very moment, you’ve decided that, if Tamaki expresses any disapproval, you’ll stop with the plan and live the rest of your life in total agony and hopelessly watch him get married to someone else and adopt five cats out of solitude and then—.
“O-oh,” he simply lets out, which is not the censuring reaction you were expecting, “…but I don’t think that person would want takoyaki. I think they would rather want ramen.”
“H-huh?” you open your eyes and suddenly worry that he knows the takoyaki were for him all along, “D-do you know who I’m giving these to?”
His face presents a conflicted expression, brows crinkled deeply and glower refusing to leave the linoleum floor, and he hesitates to answer your question, “...No, sorry, forget what I said.”
“A-all right,” you comply, not wanting to press him about it anymore and somehow end up having to tell him that the takoyaki are for him, “B-but yeah, that’s what these takoyaki are for. Do you…still want to help me?”
“Of course,” he pulls one of the bar stools tucked underneath the counter table and sits himself on it, “So, have you used your quirk on these yet?”
“No, I tried to figure out what I did wrong, but I came up with nothing,” you sigh and recline back on the counter behind you, “I was thinking of just putting more ‘crush’ feeling than last time and see if that helps. After all, since my quirk only adds to the eater’s feelings, it might be due to the romantic feelings you don’t have for me, haha…”
Tamaki’s cheeks go ablaze at the insinuation, and you’re eager to move on, not wanting to dwell on the fact that he doesn’t have any feelings for you at all, “A-anyways, I’ll start using my quirk on these. Are you sure you want to help me out with this? You might end up having a temporary crush on me, and we both know Nejire would have an absolute riot with that, haha!”
His laughter sounds like charming wind chimes, and he turns even redder, which gets your heart pumping straightaway, “She would…but I’m willing to go through that if this works.”
You let him know of your gratitude with a smile and refocus your attention on the takoyaki. Encapsulating the takoyaki with your hands like you did before, you take a deep breath in and out. You close your eyes and repeat the same ritual from Friday, rehashing the same scenarios. Thoughts of Tamaki and you flood your mind, blissfully swirling about like red wine in a fancy, tall, crystal glass.
Indigo-colored hair. Lazily running your fingers through his hair. Raisin black eyes. Intimately staring into each other’s eyes and drinking them in, etching the very sight into your memory. Slim stature. Wrapping yourself against his lithe body and embracing him tightly. Lean muscles capable of carrying at least twice his weight. Being carried in his arms, held tightly to ensure you don’t fall off. A black sleeveless turtleneck hugging tightly across his chest. Said turtleneck stripped to reveal the result of hours upon hours of hard workouts.
Walking through the park with a pair of butterflies flying about you two, chancely imagery to symbolize you and Tamaki. Maneuvering about a kitchen you two share, making a late Sunday breakfast for just the two of you. Tamaki, under the pseudo “Suneater,” swinging in from out of nowhere to save you from unpredicted dangers.
Whoa, you don’t know if it’s because Tamaki is in the room with you, but your imagination is running wild today!
Deeming it enough, you stop using your quirk and open your eyes only to find those raisin black irises you were fantasizing about earlier staring right back at you. Tamaki falls back from surprise, almost stumbling to the ground if the counter behind him wasn’t there. He regains his composure and can’t meet your gaze, his eyes fidgeting all over the room. You’re too stunned to do anything, and, even without a mirror, you can tell your face changed from your skin tone to a mute red. Was he looking at you the whole time?
“S-sorry! I d-didn’t mean—!” Tamaki struggles with what to say while you’re having an internal crisis, all of your systems short circuiting inside of you, “I-it’s just…y-you looked s-so—!”
He stops talking right there, a blushing, stuttering mess, and you feel as though you’ve been cheated out of a good deal. You can’t force him to say what he was going to, so you have no choice but to drop it, no matter how much you want to know what he was going to say. Also, with the state he’s in, you doubt he can give you a coherent answer.
“I-it’s all right, Tamaki,” you relieve yourself from the tightness of the gloves and slide the plate of takoyaki closer to him, “H-here, I finished. Could you try them out for me?”
Like a tentative kitten, he approaches the takoyaki and cautiously takes one from the pile. He, again, places the whole thing in his mouth. It’s not that surprising; these takoyaki are bite-sized. Chewing it a couple of times, he finally swallows, his eyes downcast.
“S-so?” you ask, wringing your hands from nervousness, “How is it? Feel any different?”
He puts his hands back in his pockets and shakes his head dismissively, “Nothing. Same as last time.”
“Dang it,” you slump onto a bar stool yourself, dismayed at the unfavorable results, “Nothing at all?”
“Well,” Tamaki’s “well” gives you a smidge of hope, and you perk up for what he has to say, “this feeling of self-appreciation is way stronger than last time’s.”
You crumple back on the stool, disheartened by the lack of progress despite this being only your second trial. Tamaki doesn’t feel any romantic feelings for you, even after you put one hundred and ten percent of your quirk into those takoyaki. This really means Tamaki doesn’t see you in that way. Even so, Tamaki should feel something. Even if the eater doesn’t have any feelings, your quirk should still have some effect. After all, your quirk adds; eventually, the eater would have to experience something. What’re you doing wrong? Is it because Tamaki’s the eater? No, your quirk works on everyone. It can’t be the takoyaki, as confirmed by your relatives. Could it be…the emotion you’re using for the takoyaki?
“(L/N),” Tamaki snaps you out of your trance, bringing you back to reality, “Can I say something?”
“Sure, something wrong?” you set your discontent and dissatisfaction aside, choosing to reflect on this stumping conundrum later.
“I don’t think you need those takoyaki,” he declares with an air of certainty about him without sounding too cocky or confident, “I’m sure that whoever you’re going to give these takoyaki to has the same feelings as you do. You’re such a wonderful person, (L/N). You’re a hard worker, like now with these takoyaki. And you make sure that all of your friends are okay and take care of them. You shine so bright in your own way, brightening everyone’s day. I can’t imagine anyone not seeing you in the same way I do.”
“Tamaki…” you flush a pale pink, heart drumming so loudly in your ears, it’s all you can hear, “Thank you for your words, but I’m certain they don’t see me in that way. And I could say the same for you too! You should be more confident in yourself because you truly are an extraordinary person. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are, and you shine in your own right, even if you don’t think so…. If only you could see yourself how I see you.”
That’s as close to a confession you’ll ever give to Tamaki. How do you have the courage to tell him all of that and not have the courage to actually say those three simple words: I like you. Maybe tack on a “more than a friend” to avoid confusion.
Tamaki turns red from head to toe, overwhelmed by your compliments. He manages to crank out a “thank you”, and the two of you sit on your stools in comfortable silence. Your heart is still pounding like crazy, and it seems impossible to stop it. You notice the sun setting outside the classroom’s window, meaning you should be getting ready to leave.
“W-we should start heading out,” you get off the stool and push it back under the counter, “Do you want these still?”
He agrees mutely and takes one last takoyaki before you prepare to wrap it up. In his haste, he ends up having a crumb on the corner of his pillowy lips. You chuckle to yourself quietly, finding it to be more adorable than anything. Tamaki looks at you with a curious brow, confused as to why you’re laughing at him. Wanting to continue the silence, you merely point to the right corner of your lips, and he mirrors your actions, becoming aware of the defiant, stray crumb. He appears embarrassed by it, unsure as to what to do about it. Without thinking, you rip off a paper towel and lean over the counter to wipe it off. Out of instinct, you gently grab a hold of his chin and delicately dust the crumb off, effacing some sauce residue off as well. When you finish, your eyes go up from his lips to his eyes, which were watching you intently, Tamaki too frozen to do anything. You’re suddenly conscious of where you are and who you were doing this with, and apologies spew from your mouth.
“S-sorry, Tamaki!” you toss the paper towel out and retreat to the counter behind you, “I-I don’t know what I was thinking! I’m so used to doing that f-for my friends and f-family! I-I—!”
“I-it’s fine, (L/N),” he stiffly replies and swipes a finger as to where the crumb was like it was still there.
“R-right,” you know that you wouldn’t be able to forget this for a long time, still feeling his jaw on fingertips, “L-let me pack this up for you, and we can go home.”
“I-I’ll go with you,” Tamaki helps you clean up the ingredients, “It’s getting late, and you don’t live that far from me.”
“A-are you sure? I don’t want to inconvenience you,” you imagine going home with him alone, your heart pumping at a dangerous pace despite having gone home with him before, and get the foil container again with its complementary lid.
You two work in tandem as the birds chirp outside and the skies fade from baby blue to a warm orange. As you recall the events that had just transpired, you can’t help but feel all light-headed and warm inside. You didn’t think this would be how the day ended, but you don’t regret it in the slightest. While you still have to tackle this problem with the takoyaki, you decide you can deal with it tomorrow.
For now, you just want to enjoy this blissful time with Tamaki.
The same hour of the following day, you’re back at it in the same home-ec room on the sixth floor with the same plate of takoyaki asking yourself the same question. You’ve already ruled out that it can’t be because of the takoyaki or Tamaki. Therefore, it has to be because of the feelings you’ve been putting in the takoyaki. But what could be wrong with them? You’ve been transferring your crush onto Tamaki in the takoyaki, so Tamaki would, subsequently, have a crush on you. Filling the takoyaki with your crush for him should make him have a crush on you because…well, because….
A lightbulb goes off in your head as you finally realize what you’ve been doing wrong this entire time! Because you’ve been inserting affectionate feelings for Tamaki, Tamaki would be falling in love with himself, not you! It would make perfect sense since Tamaki has told you that, after eating the takoyaki, he appreciated himself, even more so yesterday. You want to smack yourself in the face over how blatant your mistake was. If you want Tamaki to have feelings for you, you’re going to have to use the power of self-love!
Ugh, you don’t like how that sounded like a line from some corny kids show.
With a newfound determination over this breakthrough, you wash your hands thoroughly and snatch the blue gloves from its cardboard box, snapping them on yourself like a surgeon before surgery. Wiggling your fingers to better fit the glove, you’re extremely excited to use your quirk on the takoyaki, now knowing that your plan will definitely work.
As you cover the takoyaki with your hands, like you’ve been doing, you already arrive at a roadblock: you’re going to need to be in love with yourself.
How are you going to be like that? You’re not Narcissus, which is actually a good thing, but not in this case. Would you just have to just think of yourself just like how you think of Tamaki? Pretend you’re going on dates with yourself? You shudder at the thought; it’s kind of creepy to do that. Still, you’re going to have to do this in order for this to work.
With no other choice, you prepare yourself to replace Tamaki with yourself in those scenarios you have been imagining. You also remember to not go crazy with using your quirk, so Tamaki doesn’t worship the ground you walk on (not that you can imagine him doing that, even with the help of your quirk).
Your eye color. Your figure.
Walking through the park with you. Cooking up breakfast inside your kitchen with you.
You stop right then and there. Doing things with a clone of yourself is no different from doing things by yourself. You’re not a narcissist by any means, so the thought of such doesn’t make your heart rate go any faster, unlike Tamaki. How should you go about this? Your quirk won’t work unless you genuinely feel like you’re in love with yourself.
Tamaki’s words from yesterday ring in your mind, and you remember how flustered and undeserving you felt from his compliments. Would that work? Then again, you probably only felt that way because Tamaki’s the one who told you that.
You breathe out loudly through your nostrils, exasperated from being so close to getting what you want yet so far. In order for Tamaki to fall in love with you per your quirk, you would have to put feelings of self-love in the food. However, it’s not your traditional type of self-love, the kind where you appreciate everything about yourself. It would have to be a romantic type of love, which you can’t seem to, understandably, muster up for yourself.
Is there another way to make Tamaki have feelings for you? How does one have feelings? Well, if you follow the standard narrative, person A acquires feelings for person B by getting closer to person B. This is done by persons A and B getting to know more about each other and finding admirable qualities in the other person. So, should you think about what you like about yourself, or, in other words, the traditional self-love you ruled out earlier?
You want to smack yourself in the face again. At least this probable solution didn’t take you over three days to figure out. You’re not certain that this will work, but you can’t think of any other option. It’s worth a shot!
Placing your hands all over the takoyaki again, you take a deep breath and think about what you like about yourself.
Your eyes that take in the world and provide you a unique perspective in life. Your figure that adorns your clothing just as well as the mannequins in the department. Your hands that have cooked so many meals for your friends. Your arms that carry heavy packages to help your school host their well-renowned events. Your legs that rush you to your friends’ and family’s aid when they need them.
Your ability to cook delicious cuisine for your friends and family. Your concern for the wellbeing of others. Your other hobbies. Your classes. Your small business at UA.
Removing your hands from the takoyaki, a warm, fuzzy feeling pervades throughout your body. You didn’t think such a reflection would make you all sentimental. Satisfied with your work, you take off your gloves, place your hands on your hips, and admire the plate of takoyaki in front of you. Now, you just have to pack them up and—!
Wait. If Tamaki knows you’re trying to make someone fall in love with you with these takoyaki, then he’s definitely going to know you have feelings for him! Gah! Why did you have to feel all bad and tell him your intentions? Maybe you can give them to him under the guise of having him test it?
As you mull over how you’re going to give those takoyaki to Tamaki without him finding out you have a crush on him, the door behind you splits open, hitting the inside of the wall from the person sliding it so forcefully.
“(L/N)! It’s me, Mirio!”
You pivot around immediately, astonished by, not only Mirio’s surprise appearance, how many times you’ve been scared in this room by people coming into this room, “Mirio, you need to stop doing that!”
“Whoops, sorry!” he apologizes, but you know that he’s probably going to do it again if he ever finds you in here.
“You need something?” you ask absentmindedly, still wondering as to how you’re going to administer these takoyaki to Tamaki.
“Wanted to check in,” he spots the takoyaki you made and rushes over, “Oh, is that the takoyaki?!”
“Yes, but you—!”
Before you can finish giving your warning, Mirio takes a takoyaki and eats it. Your eyes widen. Your hand that tried to stop him is frozen in mid air. You’re absolutely flabbergasted. You’re positive you’ve shit yourself.
“M-Mirio!” you cry out, panicking and not knowing what to do, “You weren’t supposed to eat that!”
“Why? It’s so good!” he reaches for another, but you grab his wrist to stop him from eating any more.
You’re about to ask him if he’s feeling anything out of the ordinary, but he takes your hand in his, admiring it. Wait, wait, wait. Admiring?! Oh no, no no!
“(Y/N),” his eyes flutter from your hand to your face, “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?”
“N-no, you haven’t,” you begin to sweat and freak out from both your takoyaki working and Mirio flirting with you.
“I should have a long time ago,” he leans closer to your face, and you draw back, “I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to realize that I’ve had feelings for you all this time!”
You wrench your hand out of his, but Mirio latches back on without delay, “M-Mirio, I need to put these away. May I please have my h-hand back?”
He pouts cutely and lets go of you begrudgingly, “Fine, do you need help?”
“N-no, I can manage!” you take a foil container and its clear lid out of the cabinet right away since you already know where they are.
As you relocate the remaining takoyaki into the tupperware, you desperately try to think of a way you can give these to Tamaki. What’re you going to tell him? Should you say that you think you finally got it and need him to try it? No, it wouldn’t make sense if you would give him all seven. Should you tell him that you don’t think you got it and want to give it to him? Maybe that will work? It’s worth a shot! He would eat all of the takoyaki and not question it.
Eager to finally complete phase one of your plan, you’re almost finished transferring most of the takoyaki into the tinfoil tray until Mirio calls out your name while adoring you with glistening eyes like that one emoji. Wow, he reminds you of a golden retriever. Ah, so he’s that type of partner. Makes sense actually.
Not wanting to leave him hanging any more, you seal the clear lid into the container and carry the takoyaki in both of your hands, showing it off to Mirio, “I need to deliver these to someone. Do you think you could stay here until I come back? Also, do you happen to know where Tamaki is?”
“Okay,” he obeys but frowns, and you almost relent to how adorable and compliant he’s being right now, “And Tamaki should be heading home now. If you run, you could catch him at the front gates. Do you want me to get you for him?”
“No, I’ll be okay, thank you,” you pat Mirio on the head to placate him and resist the urge to call him a “good boy”, “I promise I’ll be back soon!”
With your promise, Mirio allows you to leave, and you sprint out of the classroom, holding the tinfoil tray tightly in your hands. You run down and across halls, taking care not to bump into any students or teachers (the chance of bumping into either of those people is low since most of them are home or heading home). To save time, you nimbly run down the stairs and skip the last few by jumping over them.
As you get closer and closer to the front gates, your resolve starts to falter, and your steps become slower (also because you’re running out of energy). Is this really okay? Yes, this isn’t the first time you’ve wondered whether you should do this or not. However, now that you’re really about to go and do it, you’re not so sure anymore. Tamaki already knows that you were going to give these takoyaki to someone and make them have feelings for you, but he doesn’t know it’s for them; bless his heart for not judging you. Knowing you, you would probably feel bad for tricking him and come clean, telling him of your feelings anyways. I mean, you’ve already told him about the takoyaki. Why wouldn’t you tell him that the takoyaki was meant for him all this time?
Your run slows to a reluctant walk. Maybe you shouldn’t do this. You may have had the determination to do this earlier, but, when you think about how Tamaki stayed behind yesterday to help you out at the risk of being infatuated with you, you begin to feel rotten inside. How could you be so selfish and make Tamaki fall in love with you, even for a moment? Dealing with this crush would be a lot better than tricking one of your closest friends and betraying his trust.
Before you could turn the other way and throw out the takoyaki back in the home-ec room, you find Tamaki coming your way from the other side of the hallway. You immediately hide the takoyaki behind your back; Tamaki would definitely ask you about them if you saw.
“Oh, (L/N),” he calls out to you, and you ensure that the takoyaki is out of his sight, “Is something wrong?”
“N-nope!” you gulp, “Why were you coming this way? I thought you were going to be going home already.”
“Sorry, I was hoping to come help you with the takoyaki earlier, but I had to make up a test,” he meets you in the hallway halfway.
“O-oh, how did that go?” you adjust the takoyaki behind you in hopes of it being completely hidden from view.
“Fine,” he looks at you, perplexed as to why you’re here, “What’re you doing down here? I thought you would be working on the takoyaki upstairs.”
“O-oh, that?” you mentally curse over the shift in conversation but don’t elaborate.
“Yeah,” he answers, clearly wanting you to explain.
“W-well…” you think of something to say and, finding no reason to lie, tell him what happened (well, only what he needs to know), revealing the takoyaki behind your back, “I got it to work!”
“Oh, really?” Tamaki deflates at your answer, “That’s good then. Well…you don’t need my help anymore. I hope everything goes well with the person you’re giving them to.”
Before you can explain to him that you’re not going to give them to anyone anymore, he begins to walk away, and you chase after him, confused over his abrupt change in mood, “Wait, Tamaki, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he tells you, but you’re not convinced, “I just remembered that Fat Gum asked me to come to the office, so I have to go, sorry.”
“Y-you sure?” you, as always, don’t want to force him into answering, but you can’t help but be concerned, wanting to know the reason behind his sudden dejection and seeing if you can help him somehow.
“Yes, don’t worry,” Tamaki continues walking away from you, “Get home safe, (L/N).”
“You too…” you let him leave to Fat Gum, not wanting to impede his internship responsibilities.
You decide you should just go home, so you, with a heavy heart, go to your locker to get your bag and shoes. Finding a garbage can nearby, you toss out the takoyaki and try to push the atrabilious image of Tamaki out of your mind. You make a note to text Tamaki later tonight to make sure he’s all right.
What made him so upset?
Yawning, you pass through the front gates of UA with your school bag slung over your shoulder. You texted Tamaki last night, but the conversation didn’t last long. Tamaki gave short replies to your questions and didn’t ask you anything like he usually would. Figuring he probably just wanted to be alone, you bid him good night and set your phone to do not disturb. Even though you were the one to end the conversation, you’re still worried for Tamaki and hope that he’s feeling better today.
Before you get inside the colossus of a building you call a school, someone rushes over to you, almost tackling you into the ground like a rugby player from how forceful they were. You spot a tuft of golden rod hair, and you freeze in place. Oh, god.
“(Y/N)! I waited all morning for you!” Mirio aggressively rubs his cheek into yours to the point that you wouldn’t be surprised if static electricity sparks between you two, “Where did you go yesterday? I waited all day at the home-ec room like you asked me to, but the security guard kicked me out!”
“I-I’m sorry, I completely forgot!” you try to remove yourself from him, but he pulls you in even tighter, ignoring the curious and confused stares from other students.
You begin to panic again, awaken from your half-asleep stupor. This doesn’t make any sense. Mirio should be back to normal by now. Why is he still in love with you? He shouldn’t be…unless—!
“That’s okay, (Y/N),” he finally backs away but keeps you in place by gripping your shoulders, “Your tasty takoyaki kept me company. They were really good! Can you make me some more please?”
“Wait,” you pale at what he just said, “Mirio, did you eat more of the takoyaki?”
“Yeah!” he beams at you like there was nothing wrong with that, and imprisons you again in a hug, “You left some, so I ate them!”
You groan inwardly, realizing you’re going to have to deal with a lovesick Mirio the entire day. Well, maybe not the entire day. After all, you don’t share any classes with him, and it wouldn’t be too difficult to avoid him during lunch. But…what’re you going to do about this?
“(L/N), what’s going on with Mirio?”
You yelp to find Nejire behind you, confused at Mirio embracing you tightly at the front of the school, “N-Nejire! Well, M-Mirio—!”
“We’re in love!” he chirps out, and you whip your head to him, absolutely appalled at what he just said.
“Really, (L/N)?” Nejire has a pleasant surprised look coating her face, her mouth slightly open and then covered with her hand, “And here I’ve always thought you had a crush on Tamaki!”
“N-no, we’re not in love, Nejire!” you ignore her last remark and repeatedly pat Mirio’s back for him to let you go, “M-Mirio, could you please?”
“Y-you don’t love me, (Y/N)?” Mirio whimpers and looks as though he’s about to cry.
“N-no, I d-do!” you lie to avoid any tear spillage so early in the morning, “but, if you could let go of me, that would be great, Mirio!”
Mollified by your answer, his arms slide off from yours, and you peel yourself from him. You now face a bemused Nejire and a devoted Mirio, almost seeing a tail wagging fervently side to side behind him.
Whispering your next words to Nejire, so Mirio doesn’t hear and get his heart broken, you lean in close to her ear, “So, yesterday, Mirio ate something of mine infused with romantic feelings, and now he’s in love with me. I don’t know what to do.”
“Ah,” she says aloud and gives Mirio a one-over, “How long do you think he’ll last like this?”
“Uh,” you don’t know how many takoyaki Mirio ate, so you ask him, “Mirio, how many takoyaki did you eat yesterday?”
“I think three, but those three weren’t enough,” he pleads and tugs you in again by the shoulder, “I need you to make me some more today.”
“If you took three…” you multiply in your head to find out how long your quirk will last, “That would last twenty-seven hours…. You ate them at around 4 p.m, yesterday…. He’s going to be like this until at least seven o’clock tonight!”
“Oh, that’s not so bad,” Nejire shrugs, clearly not as distressed about this as you are, “You could just wait this out. Besides, you’re not the one who has class with him today. I don’t know how me and Tamaki are going to have to deal with a lovesick Mirio all day. I think it goes without saying that you don’t have to sit with us for lunch today. Also, why were there any love-infused takoyaki in the first place, hm, (L/N)?”
“Th-that’s not the issue right now, Nejire!” you’re never going to tell Nejire that the takoyaki were for Tamaki; she would have a field day with that, “And I feel bad for Mirio. It’s my fault he’s like this, but I’m not sure what I can do.”
“Right,” she holds her hands behind her back in thought and as calm as ever, “How about you make him something later after school? Make him something big enough to counteract the takoyaki and infuse them with hate or friendliness to reverse the love. He’ll gladly eat anything from you it seems.”
You slap your forehead at how easy the solution was, “How did I not think of that? Thanks so much, Nejire! But he’s going to have to wait until the end of the school day since I don’t have access to the cafeteria’s kitchen today. I could use a home-ec room, but I have class in the morning. Can you handle him till then?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about us,” Nejire forcibly yanks him off of you, adding more to the list of things you need to pay her back for, “Come on, big guy, let’s go.”
“But (Y/N),” Mirio lower’s lip juts out, and his arms helplessly reach out to you while Nejire drags him away like a toy wagon.
“You’ll see (L/N) later, but we have class,” she waves you a goodbye, which you return, and hauls Mirio to the front steps and into UA.
“I love you, (Y/N)!” he yells out, and you desperately wish to burrow yourself into a hole and never come out.
Who knows how many people have seen Mirio confess his feelings to you and repeatedly touch you in more-than-a-friend ways? Hopefully, this doesn’t reach Oshima and Yaginuma; you don’t want to have to explain the whole love takoyaki situation to them.
Heaving a huge sigh, you are finally able to enter the school building, heading to your locker to change your shoes. Only seven more hours until you can make that antidote for Mirio.
Also, it was a bit strange to not find Tamaki with Nejire. Usually, those three came together, but only Nejire came on her own. Mirio was understandable since he woke up at the crack of dawn to wait for you at the school gate. You hope he’s okay and pick up the pace to avoid being late to your first class.
As you’re sitting with Oshima and Yaginuma, laughing about Yaginuma’s lustrous thoughts over Chris Hemsworth in the latest trailer of the new Thor movie, Mirio strides over to your table, and you immediately want to run away.
“(Y/N)!” he picks you up from your chair bridal style as if you’re nothing but a feather, and your friends both drop their cutlery into their bowls, not having been informed of his current predicament, “I missed you so much today! Come sit with me and everyone else at lunch!”
“‘(Y/N)’?’ Oshima incredulously quotes him using your first name, something no one has done before.
“U-uh, I’ll explain later, promise!” you struggle in his arms, but he keeps you secure (curse his muscles), “M-Mirio, I promised Oshima and Yagniuma that I would sit with them today. I’m sorry!”
Like a kicked puppy, his metaphorical dog ears curl down, and he’s barely maintaining his composure, “B-but!”
Not wanting him to burst into tears like he almost did this morning, you have no choice but to eat with him at lunch, “Fine, fine, Mirio! I’ll eat with you, but could you put me down, please?”
“Nope!” he swiftly takes you away from your friends like a knight rescuing a princess from the big, scary dragon.
Becoming a spectacle for the lunch room, you cover your face in your hands, knowing it’s now impossible for there to be no rumors about you two. Mirio doesn’t necessarily run to the lunch table, but it doesn’t take long for him to stop at a table. You uncover your face to find Nejire smiling pitifully at you and Tamaki avoiding looking at the two of you, finding his lunch more interesting. They were sitting next to each other, leaving two empty pull-out chairs for you and Mirio.
“You’re sitting next to me today, (Y/N)!” he gracefully slides you in the seat on the inside facing Tamaki before sitting on the chair adjacent to you.
“He was insufferable today, (L/N),” Nejire complains before stabbing into her food, “All throughout training, he kept on going, ‘I wonder what (Y/N) is doing?’ and, ‘I can’t wait to see (Y/N) later!’ I tried to tell him that you were eating with your friends, but he wouldn’t listen. How was it in math, Tamaki?”
Tamaki, unprepared for the conversation to be handed over to him, jolts in his seat and glimpses at you and Nejire before staring back at his lunch, just like he had when he first met you, “Yeah, pretty bad as well, but it’s to be expected. It’s no surprise Mirio would be an…excited boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry for all the trouble guys,” you wince at his response, still feeling something is off with him, “Tamaki, how’re you feeling today?”
“…All right, thanks,” he curtly answers before eating more of his lunch.
“That’s good…” you can’t remember when the air was so stagnant between the two of you and don’t know what to do about it.
You’re about to unbox your lunch bag only to find that you left it with Oshima and Yagniuma. Groaning, you faceplant into the table, not happy with how today has been going.
“Oh, (L/N), where’s your lunch?” Nejire asks innocently, but the question only irates you, making you upset at Mirio for snatching you without letting you take your lunch with you.
Breathing out, you lift your head up and rest your chin on the table instead, “When Mirio took me away, I left my lunch box at my old table. So, now, I don’t have lunch.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, (Y/N)!” Mirio scoops a portion of his food on his spoon and holds it out for you to take, “Here, have some of mine!”
“Oh, I’m good, Mirio,” you retract from it, not wanting to be fed by Mirio, while trying to keep your cool, fully aware that it’s no one’s fault but your fault for making him act this way.
“Nonsense, I can’t have you starve!” he force-feeds you his spoonful, and you have no choice but to accept it.
“Oh, you guys are so cute, I think I’m going to vomit,” Nejire fake gags and laughs innocently at her own comment as you sulk at her
Teasing from Nejire can be downright vexing, and you should know from all those times she’s made fun of you and Tamaki. On the other hand, Tamaki stands up from his chair and darts out of the cafeteria, his lunch unfinished. You watch his hurrying form on the way out, now extremely worried for him.
“Is he okay?” you ask Nejire; maybe he had told her instead of you.
“Yeah, he’ll be fine,” she rests her head on her hand while taking another bite of her meal, “He’s probably just having stomach issues or something.”
“Oh, no,” you immediately feel bad for him, not knowing he was in such pain, especially with his food-related quirk, “I’ll make him soup later then.”
“I don’t think that would help,” she took a sip from her thermos of tea without elaborating.
“Here, (Y/N)!” Mirio sticks the spoon in your mouth without warning, almost making you choke on it.
You glance at the clock in the cafeteria to gauge the time. Only four more hours, and this would end.
After giving Mirio a soup filled with friendliness, you explained to him how he ended up in that situation while he took more and more sips of the soup. The more he ate, the more terrified his face turned.
“I cannot believe I did all of that,” he buries his face in his hands while sitting at the countertop in the same home-ec room with a bowl of eaten soup before him, “I am so sorry, (L/N). I remember doing everything, but it was like I didn’t have any control over myself.”
“It’s fine,” you wave it off, pouring some soup from the pot into an empty container to give to Tamaki later, “After all, it was all my fault you fell in love with me.”
“Right,” Mirio looks confused at the bowl before him and asks you a question for the first time since you recounted what has happened in the past twenty-four hours, “Wait, I thought you were making ‘Happiness Takoyaki.’ Why were they ‘Fall-In-Love Takoyaki’?”
“O-oh, why?” you feel yourself break into a nervous sweat, fiddling with your hands, “N-no reason.”
“(L/N),” he sits up in his stool, staring at you straight in the eyes, “Does this have anything to do with your crush on Tamaki?”
“Wh-what’re you talking about?” you avert the question, not thinking he would ask you something so plainly.
“(L/N),” he calls you by your last name again as if you can’t escape this, “Nejire and I talk about it all the time. It’s so obvious you like him.”
“I—,” you raise the white flag of defeat, finding it fruitless to lie to Mirio about something he already knows about (besides, Mirio isn’t that bad when it comes to shipping you two compared to Nejire), “Sigh, yes, I do like Tamaki, and, yes, the takoyaki does have to something to do with my crush him.”
“Oh, I didn’t think you would actually admit it!” Mirio smacks his knee and laughs, “I had my suspicions, but that really confirmed it! Wait till I tell Nejire this!”
You blanch at him, having just revealed your greatest secret that not even Oshima and Yagniuma know, “Y-you didn’t actually know!?”
“Like I said,” he grins cheekily, and you feel so tempted to smack off that smug sneer of his, “I had my suspicions. Don’t worry, I’m not actually going to tell Nejire. She wouldn’t tell him, but her teasing would get far worse.”
“Thanks,” you huff out, crossing your arms over your chest.
“So, I’m assuming you were going to give those takoyaki to him?” Mirio continues eating his soup while waiting for an answer.
“Yeah,” you inhale a deep breath before relaying what your grand master plan was to get over him, “I was going to give those takoyaki to him, so I could see what it would be like for Tamaki to like me. After a week, everything would go back to normal, and I would be over him. When they worked on you, I packed some for him to eat but then scrapped the idea on the way to him. Safe to say, I’m not going to do anything like this again.”
The blonde in front of you chews thoughtfully and swallows before replying, “Well, that didn’t seem like a smart plan. Wouldn’t Tamaki remember everything in the end like I did?”
You hadn’t even thought of that, and you think about how narrowly you dodged a bullet, “You’re right. It’s a good thing I didn’t go through with it.”
“You didn’t even need to do it anyways,” he drinks the remaining broth while your heart stops at his words.
“Mirio, what was that?” you ask, trying to keep your urgency at bay.
“…What was what?” he plays dumb, but you’re not going to fall for it.
“You just said, ‘You didn’t even need to do it anyways,’” you come closer to him across the counter, “What did you mean by that?”
“It’s nothing,” he tries to hide from you by eating the rest of the soup only to find he had finished it.
“Mirio,” you enjoin him for an answer, “I just told you I have a crush on Tamaki. You can’t just say that and not tell me what it means.”
“(L/N), Tamaki’s been my friend since middle school,” Mirio doesn’t budge, his eyes sterner than before, “I can’t tell you that.”
Knowing that he’s not going to tell you, you turn your back to him and put away everything you used to make the soup, snatching Mirio’s bowl in front of him. You know it’s petty, but, if he’s not going to say anything, neither are you. As you indignantly wash the dishes, the clattering of the sink and bowls causing a ruckus in the home-ec room, you hear Mirio let out a sigh.
“Why do you think he was like that today?” he caves in, not happy that he had to, though, “Why do you think he left the cafeteria in such a hurry?”
You cut off the rushing water from the tap and look back at him, “Nejire said he was having stomach problems. That’s why I made the soup.”
“It’s because he was jealous, (L/N),” he corrects you while you almost drop the wet bowl in your hands from shock, “He was jealous of me treating you like you were my significant other.”
“J-jealous?” you repeat, unsure if you heard what he just said or not, “B-but surely he knew what happened with the takoyaki!”
“Did he though?” he leaves his seat and stops by the door, “If you want to find him, he should be done with his training and on his way out now.”
Processing this information, you realize you’re going to have to run if you want to catch him in time and bolt out the door, “Thanks, Mirio! See you tomorrow!”
You don’t even hear him say goodbye back from how far you’ve managed to run already. You’re positive you’ve never ran this fast before, not even when you were in the last lap in the relay race in junior high! With what Mirio said…. Does this mean Tamaki has feelings for you? There’s just no way though…but, if what Mirio said is true, then—!
Pushing yourself to run faster, you practically fly over multiple steps and even jump down from one stairwell to the next, miraculously without injuring yourself. What were you even going to say to him? “Hey, Mirio just told me you felt extremely jealous, so do you have a crush on me?” That’s too straightforward!
Spotting the open front doors on the floor below you, you leap over the last five steps and sprint to the doors to find one lone figure with indigo hair. You catch your breath and run outside to find the sun about to set, coloring the sky a mellow pink and orange. Tamaki doesn’t seem to notice you behind him as he keeps his pace and direction.
“Tamaki!” you yell out to get his attention as you wheeze, not having run like that ever.
Startled by your shout, he swivels around to find you bent over and struggling for air, “(L-L/N)?! Is everything okay?”
“Y…yeah,” you take a huge breath of air before continuing, “Ran from…the sixth floor…home-ec room! G…give me…a minute!”
He gives you that minute, but, when you’re still unresponsive, he decides to resume the conversation, “…By the way, Nejire was right. You and Mirio do look good for each other.”
“Wh…what?” you wipe the sweat from your forehead, and your breathing returns to normal.
“I know that the takoyaki was meant for you to see what it would be like for Mirio to like you back, but,” he holds onto his arm while avoiding any eye contact with you, “I think Mirio likes you as well. So, you don’t—.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” you wave your hands, trying to understand what Tamaki was saying, “You think I have a crush on Mirio?”
“Weren’t the takoyaki for Mirio?” he now looks puzzled himself, looking at you again, “I mean, it clearly worked, judging by today.”
“No, no, Tamaki,” your hands start to sweat, knowing he misunderstood everything this whole time, “The takoyaki were never for him. I don’t like Mirio like that.”
“O-oh,” he blinks and stands up straighter like a weight’s been lifted off of him, “Th-then why was he all…?”
“He accidentally ate my takoyaki when I finally got it to work,” you sigh, remembering how troublesome he was today, “I didn’t explain at lunch because I thought Nejire had already told you everything today, sorry.”
“No, she didn’t,” he shakes his head but seems better than he was before, “and it’s all right.”
The wind whistles faintly behind you, blowing your hair as well as Tamaki’s. You are both awkwardly standing there, and you remember what you had originally come down here for.
“T-Tamaki,” you swallow, preparing yourself to ask him the questions that’s been swimming around your mind since you left that home-ec room, “Mirio told me that the reason why you left the cafeteria earlier today is because…because you were jealous. I-is that true?”
His eyes widen at your question, and his head turns to the side while the grip on his arm becomes firmer, evident by how his sleeve creases under his hand. His free hand clenches and unclenches. From the side, you can see his cheeks inflame into a furious red. He slowly turns his head back to you, and his face shoots an arrow right to your heart. The blush dusts his cheeks, and his brows are nervously turnt upward.
“I-it’s true,” he buries his face in his hands, unable to admit it to your face, “I was jealous of Mirio. I’m sorry, I have no right to be jealous of him! I-I’m only your friend. I—!”
“Why were you jealous?” your chest rapidly rises up and down from your rapid intakes of breath, this time not from strenuous activity but from hope fluttering in your heart.
“I-I—!” his hands drop from his face, mortified to answer, and he clamps his eyes tight, reigning his nerves in to properly answer, “I-I was jealous because…b-because I like you, (L/N)!”
You gasp, hearing the words you thought you would hear only in your dreams and fantasies, and Tamaki takes this as a negative reaction, “I-I’m sorry, (L/N)! I-I didn’t mean to ruin our friendship like this! B-but when you told me about the takoyakis…and then Mirio…! I know you don’t like me back—I mean, how could you like someone like me?—, but please—!”
“Tamaki!” you stop him from rambling any further, not liking where it was going, “Stop! I like you as well!”
“I-I don’t want this to—!” he, at last, stops talking after he hears what you’ve said, “Wh-what did you just say?”
“Tamaki, I like you too,” you repeat and approach him closer, not believing this is happening right now, “Those takoyaki were for you all along. I’m sorry that I tried to trick you into eating them! I was hoping to feed them to you somehow and get over you that way, but I couldn’t do it in the end. But still! I still tried to do it, and I’m so sorry. I can’t apologize enough!”
“(L-L/N),” he doesn’t move from his spot, and you stop, not sure what he’s about to say, “Th-that’s okay! What matters is that you didn’t do it in the end…and I’m really glad you didn’t do it!”
You sigh with immense relief and advance forward until you’re mere centimeters apart. Despite the both of you confessing your feelings for each other, you still note Tamaki’s uneasiness and are confused. You like him. He likes you back. What’s wrong? Before you can ask him, he beats you to it.
“…Are you sure you don’t like Mirio or someone else?” he mutters, but you hear every word clearly, your heart falling to the pits of your stomach, “I mean, I’m not the most social or confident person. I have trouble talking to most people, and I always bring down the mood with my self-deprecation. Being with me…. It would only bring someone as bright as you down.”
“Oh, Tamaki,” you quickly yet gently cup his face in your hands, giving him no choice but to look into your eyes, “Tamaki, I don’t care about any of that. Yes, you are introverted, and, yes, you can be insecure. But, you are so much more than that. You are so hardworking to get where you are now. You care so much about your friends. You helped me so much with the takoyakis, even though you like me. Tamaki, I like you for you, and nothing can change that. I promise you only you can make me feel this way.”
“(L/N)…” he trails off, speechless at your confession and what you thought about him, despite hearing an attenuated version of it only two days ago, “Then, if you’ll have me, please…be mine…(Y/N).”
Hearing your first name from him spikes your heartrate up by a few beats, and you can’t help the smile that makes its way up your face, “All yours, Amajiki.”
With unfound courage and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you close your eyes and delicately place your lips over Amajiki’s, the two of you slotting together perfectly like the last two puzzle pieces to complete the picture. Amajiki stiffens, not expecting for you to kiss him so suddenly, before kissing back, his trembling hands find solace over your own. His hands cease their tremors once they confirm that this is all real, that you are kissing him. You open your eyes and regretfully break away for a need of oxygen, but, the moment you do, his hands slide to the back of your neck. Butterflies flit about in your stomach at the sudden contact, and then, after gazing into your eyes for a brief moment to drink in the sight of you, he kisses you again with a tender sort of passion, more assured of himself. You allow yourself to melt into the kiss and close your eyes again, your hands slipping from his cheeks to hang loosely behind his neck. Letting Amajiki take charge, this kiss lasts longer than the last, but, as all good things come to an end, he detaches his lips from yours, noticeably more tumescent than before.
“Was that…okay?” he breathes out, slightly out of breath from earlier.
You give him a quick peck before answering, “Absolutely perfect.”
The two of you remain in that position for a little while until Amajiki breaks the silence, “So, what happens now?”
“Well,” you hum in thought and remember the soup that’s waiting all by itself upstairs, “Nejire told me you were having stomach pains when you left so suddenly during lunch, so I made you a soup, unaffected by my quirk of course. Well, you probably don’t need it since you were only jealous.”
“Don’t remind me, (Y/N),” Amajiki hides his face in his hands, embarrassed by being jealous of his best friend, “and I would still love to eat that soup. Your cooking’s really good.”
“Then, let’s head upstairs,” you take his hand in yours, and the two of you walk back into UA and into the sixth floor home-ec room.
END NOTE: after five long months, i have returned! i actually came up with the idea for this fic way back in february the night before my first midterm and started writing this a little over two months ago. i watched a tik tok where it was a love potion au between two characters. one character accidentally tries what the other character was making, which was a love potion, and falls in love with that character. obviously, this fic heavily strayed away from the original idea, but i’m mostly happy with the way it turned out, especially my kiss scene (i guess dating someone does help your writing, haha!)! it took me so long to make this, and i only finally finished because i’m procrastinating studying for finals right now, haha! this is the first time i’ve ever written something in one part that was over ten thousand words. the second half was written when i was half tired and running out of words to use, so i’m sorry if it’s not really up to par as compared to the first half (happens a lot when i write, it seems). also, the gradient in the line breaks are tamaki and mirio's hair color! i'll be making a separate post detailing as to why i wrote tamaki, the reader, and the kiss scene the way i did because i think this post is already so long for tumblr (also because i can't add anymore photos). to end this, i wanted to show this picture by lara.png on twitter i found while looking up reference pictures for tamaki. i think it perfectly captures how i imagined tamaki to look at you during the confession scene! i hope everyone has a good night/day, and hope to see you in the near future!
here's the video to the takoyaki recipe i used to write this:
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Panic Attack -Tamaki x Reader
Ahh finally got a Tamaki one out!! Man I don't pay my baby enough attention ����// I was going to wait to post until tomorrow, but I've been working on this all day -like 5-30 minutes of writing before doing something else- and just couldn't wait to give my baby some love.
After a hushed argument with Mirio people start gossiping about Tamaki, accusing him of things he's never done, and whispering horrible things around him. After having a panic attack, he makes it to his your dorm, where you comfort your distressed Tama. | 1,186 words | fluff/comfort
Warnings!: Mentions of gossiping, social anxiety, and a panic attack.
Tamaki is usually okay at school. As long as he didn't have to publicly speak, he left each room after the majority did, he had the availability to take a break, and most importantly, he had one of his best friends with him at all times. Even if it was just one, he honestly needed them to stay sane.
Today's been off. You got sick and so you had to stay home. And so Tamaki had to wait another ten minutes for Nejire to agree to take him to school. After they reached the door Nejire ran off to a meeting for the beauty pageant, leaving Tamaki alone in a semi-crowded hallway. Anxiety filled Tamaki as he kept his head down, walking on the sidelines, trying to find his locker and avoid interaction at all cost.
His breath got stuck in his throat as he felt a hand clasp his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling as he started growing smaller, sinking toward the floor.
"Tamaki! What's going on? Where's y/n?" A familiar warm voice hissed into his ear, causing him to calm down.
"Y-y/n's sick." Tamaki muttered, opening his eyes and partially straightening his posture.
"Okay?! What about Nejire!" Mirio countered, concerned for his friend. And even though he was just trying to help, the raised voice and whispers around Tamaki made him want to hurl, so he quickly turned to a locker, pressing his forehead against the cool metal.
"S-she had a meeting.."
"And she just left you!?"
"Mirio please..."
"Did she?"
"Yes! Obviously." Tamaki hissed, anxiety overwhelming his senses as he listened to the whispers about Mirio's persistence.
"Tamaki.. here I'll take you to class."
"No thanks." After a few more moments to collect himself Tamaki moved off of the locker and made his way to class, anxiety a lot worse then normal.
For the rest of the day Tamaki avoided Mirio, feeling hurt by his concerned nagging. It would've been alright if it was just them, but all those students were around and heard. And boy did word spread.
Students whispered to one another all day, gossiping about how Tamaki and Mirio were fighting, and how Tamaki lashed out. The story was shared countless times, and each time the story became a little more stretched, finally reaching a point where they were saying that Tamaki and Mirio were screaming at one another and that Tamaki was being a total jerk and that his entire personality was fake.
As the last bell of the day rang Tamaki swallowed hard, heart beating rapidly. As he waited for the students to shuffle back to their dorms he panicked as he realized that a lot of students were staying behind -watching him. As he felt their stares rake his body, panic set in, causing him to softly hyperventilate. Standing up, he shook as he started walking to the door, elvish ears picking up all of the students whispering.
"Look! That's the kid who tried to beat up Togata!"
"I heard that he's a pervert with a body count over 40. Stay away from him."
"I'mma beat that punk up for messing with Togata!"
"Hey.. isn't he that tentacle freak?"
"He's so pathetic looking! He'll never score a girl!"
"He's so.. ugly."
Tamaki's face flushed as his heart slammed against his chest, making it hard to breathe. The whispering made his head spin as tears pricked at his eyes.
Continuing to walk, he desperately tried to calm his breathing as he felt a massive panic attack evade his senses. It only worsened as people surrounded him, some giving him looks and whispering to each other.
The attention only made his panic attack worse, causing his hands to shake. Walking out to the entrance, he swiftly made his way to the dorms, not noticing Nejire calling after him.
"Darnit Amajiki what's your problem?" She called, pouting as she watched him go.
You grabbed another tissue, blowing your nose. After discarding it into the trash next to your bed, you continued to scribble at your homework, frowning as you erased your answer yet again.
In your deep concentration, you didn't notice your boyfriend's your door being opened and closed. Nor did you notice your boyfriend sinking to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest, tears finally falling down his face, limbs shaking.
After another half hour or so you finally noticed Tamaki as he crawled into his your bed, moving to be semi-close to you.
"Oh- when did you get here Baby?" You ask, smiling down at him as he moves his head to your shoulder.
"Just barely.."
You could tell by his voice and how he pitifully nuzzled his nose into your neck that something was off.
"Tama baby, what happened?" You coo, setting aside your work.
"Nothing.. just another day." His voice sounded heavy, and slightly cracked, something was definitely wrong.
"Love.. look at me." You whisper, gently grasping his face to hold in your hands, rubbing a thumb over his cheek.
You smiled sadly as he looked up at you, tears in his eyes and past stains marking his beautiful face. "Oh hunny what happened?" You ask softly, wiping away his tears.
"....."
"My love, it will be easier to let it out then hold it in. Trust me, I'm safe. It's just us. Just you, and me. Your y/n."
"Bunny am I ugly!? A-am I some freak because of my quirk!? D-d-d- Doyouactuallywanttobewithme!?" (Do you actually want to be with me) Tamaki sobbed, burying his head into your chest, clinging to you desperately.
"Baby! How- how could you think any of those horrid things!? You're not ugly, you're gorgeous, in no way are you a freak! If we're talking about your quirk, you have an amazing one! And of course I want to be with you! You're perfect for me! I couldn't never, and would never want to love anyone else but you! You, my adorable, shy, romantic, and gorgeous baby! What's got you thinking these things Bub?!"
Tamaki cried as he clung to you, still shaking. "I-it's a long story my love.."
"And I want to hear every bit of it."
You held him all night, and after a while he stopped sobbing and spent the rest of the night thanking and complimenting you, telling you how much he dearly loved you, and named every little thing he loved about you until he fell asleep, nuzzled into your arms. Tamaki ended up getting sick with you, so you spent days cozied in bed with one another, binging shows, telling stories, and simply just talking.
After you got better you had some harsh words with Mirio and Nejire, making them promise to apologize and he a lot more considerate. Afterwards, you had them help knock down the rumors and chew out anyone who whispered about Tamaki, and especially the ones who helped blow them out of porportion. They were quite willing to listen with three powerful year three students breathing down their necks.
When Tamaki got back into school he was surprised -and relieved- to find multiple apology notes stuffed into his locker, and many from Miro and Nejire in person.
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