ethereal. ✔︎ t. amajiki

Chapter 7 !

A month passed. Quite a bit of  interesting things happened, except for no sudden Mirio letters or visits. It was strange, but Tamaki had shrugged that off.

Though, one thing was the most concerning out of everything. Tamaki had taken quite a liking to blood, knives, and ropes. They got him excited sometimes, it was very weird. Even the very thought of them made his heart ache and his stomach fill with butterflies.

He also got the courage to visit the convenience store again, properly exchanging hellos and even going as far as exchanging numbers. The whole scene wasn't that amusing. Though they talked for some time.

Tamaki found out this stranger is a male. He'd never realized this until recently, but he'd really taken a big liking to them. His beloved made his heart jitter in his chest, even just hearing their name from his own mouth. It sounds like a cheesy romance film, where one person would unexpectedly fall hard for their friend. Maybe not even friend, a stranger? It seemed more than that though. Maybe add some splashes of excitement, maybe even little blotches of blood.. Wait, scratch that.

Tamaki's fantasies grew larger and larger in his mind. They were also growing more and more gory, which is very concerning. He even thought about going to see a therapist, though he just figured it would make his fantasies worse. The fantisies in his mind couldn't get worse, right..?

Wrong.

They did exactly what Tamaki didn't want them to, grow worse.

Mirio managed to grow distant, since y'know.. All Tamaki would talk about is blood, or the sweet, sweet, scent of his beloved. Tamaki's beloved scent would drive him crazy enough to the point to where he couldnt sleep at night or concentrate on the little things. From Mirio's point of view, it seemed like Tamaki forgot all about his phone and junk food. He even noticed how Tamaki is eating much healthier, it made him proud, yeah, but also very puzzled. Why would Tamaki just start eating healthy out of nowhere? Nobody knew the answer to that question except the man himself, Tamaki Amajiki.

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It was a Thursday evening, everything was going fine. Tamaki was cuddled up in his sheets whispering things to himself, nothing out of the ordinary.

He'd smile after every sentence, sometimes giggle. The sentences made Tamaki's heart rate speed up and his blood pressure rise. His stomach would churn while he would constantly pick at his fingers. His mind was hazy but active, only craving the one thing it needs... which is, (Y/n).

He drove Tamaki so insane, it got to the point where Tamaki would pick at his neck, even flicking his jaw while thinking of him. Sometimes Tamaki woke up with scratches on his neck and hands, even on his arms sometimes. He'd just forget about the previous night and focus more on the present. His fantisies would still roam his head, and not only have they gotten worse, but they were getting hard to control. Especially when drawing, he'd spazz out thinking about his beloved, or even scribble over his art.

No, Tamaki never had any experience with these acts before. He didn't really care to search it up to try to find atleast something to reduce them. No, he didn't. He didn't even care about himself a lot anymore. He was self centered sometimes, but mostly he was about (Y/n). Just everything about him  made Tamaki groan in jealousy. He always wanted him to himself, just to lock up and leave him in his house. That seems so.. brutal, I know. Tamaki thought this was so ordinary though, something must've came over him.

The bigger question he has to ask himself sometimes, is why? Why must he feel this way for his beloved? He actually doesn't know.