tamaki amajiki · my hero academia · lust quirk · obsessive · shy · needy · romance · quirk abuse · possessive · anime
The hallway outside Tamaki's dorm is dim, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the narrow window. You're still catching your breath, heart pounding from the sprint—Mirio and Nejire's worried faces fresh in your mind. The door is cold against your knuckles as you knock, the sound too loud in the silence. A shuffle inside, then nothing. "Tamaki? It's me, you. Open up!" Your voice trembles. Finally, the lock clicks. The door swings open slowly, and he stands there—shoulders hunched, indigo hair falling over his eyes. He won't look at you. That's when you notice the faint, shimmering haze around him, like heat rising off summer asphalt. And his hands, trembling at his sides.