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(you're between nejire and tamaki)
"let's start with amajiki." aizawa bluntly says.
'ahahah... bad idea.' you thought.
he intensly stared at the class,, making some gulp in fear. "..." then he started shaking. extremely. "y/n... i just can't." the three of you bent your heads to look at him in confusion. "even if i try to imagine them as potatoes,, i can see their human bodies! i know that they're still people... no words are coming out,, my mind's blank... and my mouth is dry. i can't say anything... i wanna-" he turn around for his back to face the class. "...go home!" he stutters.
the whole class gasps in shock at his anxious state. "sorry for his behaviour,, he's just a little shy!" nejire beams,, waving her hand around. "well anyways! his name is Tamaki Amajiki,, and I'm Y/n Monoma!" i cheerfully say. everyone immediately starts murmuring. "excuse me miss? are you the sister of our fellow classmate from class 1-b,, Neito Monoma?" a blue haired boy with glasses asks. "i indeed am..." i chuckle nervously. "that bastard has a sister? and she's nothing like him!" a fiery blond exclaims.
uhm... right. they probably hate my brother.
the other two start introducing themselves,, and when Mirio proposes to fight the whole class,, Nejire parts ways with us. "please come back quick Nejire,, i don't know how long i can stay without you..!" you whine,, holding her hand in yours. "don't worry Y/n ! I'll be back soon!" she pats your head,, smiling happily before leaving. "well Y/n,, do you mind helping Tamaki while i fight these kids?" mirio says,, holding Tamaki by the shoulders.
"i suppose..." you shrug,, grabing his hand and leading him to the training area. once there,, you stay beside aizawa sensei's side,, tamaki wrapping his arms around your waist from the side and putting his head unto your shoulder. a gloomy aura envelop him,, as you hold his hand,, rubbing it with your thumb to comfort him.
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"is he always like this?" aizawa asks. "no sensei! only when there are many people,, or when he has to speak in public! but you know how good of a hero he is,, so it compensates!" you sigh,, smiling. "how d'you do it?" he asks tiredly,, almost not paying attention to the students failing at defeating mirio. "huh?" "how do you calm him so easily?" he gestures. "oh! well that's because I've known him for a long time,, and i always tried finding ways to calm him down! using all my past experience i now know how to help him when he gets nervous!" "you really did all that just for a friend,, hm?" he hums,, a little more to himself than to you,, a faint smile on his lips. "you really are nothing alike your brother..." he states. "people often say that...! but that's fine! We'll both become very strong heros!" "i hope you do..." he smiles to himself,, a group of 4,, just like he used to be.
Him,, Nemuri,, Hizachi and... Oboro.
there's always two who are closer than the rest- well not really. the 'lovebirds'as you'd call them. the best part of being in a group of 4 is being part of that couple. especially when your partner is a loud blond,, and you're anxious,, shy and reserved.
he sighs,, high school was good. even with this loss,, he wouldn't want to go back. after all,, he still was able to spend the rest of his days with the most handsome man he had ever met... and he wouldn't do anything to change that.
"i know you'd rather oboro than me,, shōta. it's alright! i don't blame you. I'd rather oboro than me too." "That's not- no! come back! don't do this!
