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"I don't think I have ever seen you this excited to do school work before."
Kira laughed, watching me happily style my hair and do my edges. "Oh wait I forgot—it's because of Tamaki~" she cooed. I rolled my eyes. "You make fun now, but I'm the one who's gonna be laughing when he's my man."
"Sounds like delusion," she twirled her finger near her head, trying to call me crazy. "More like manifestation," I replied. She stuck her tongue out at me, causing me to do it back at as she left my room.
Moments later, I got a text from Tamaki, saying he was ready to go so I grabbed my computer and a couple of others things and put them in my purse. I applied one more layer of lipgloss before leaving my room.
"Kira! I'm leaving!" "Bring me back a slice of chai cake!" I sucked my teeth, closing and locking the door. She had an obsession with that cake.
I made my way to my car and got in, putting on some music as I drove to his place. He wasn't far at all, surprisingly, he was closer than I thought.
I pulled up the place, making sure I was in front of the right building. I texted him and he came out right after. Looking a bit awkward at that.
He got in the passenger, filling my car with his signature burnt vanilla musk. On the contrary, all Tamaki could smell was y/n's signature smell... pineapple, coconut, and his favorite–shea butter. He loved how she smelled, it was distinctive and comforting.
He was entranced by her beauty, as she only seemed to be getting prettier every time he saw her. "All ready to go?" I asked. He nodded his head with a small hum, "Yeah." I nodded my head and pulled off and towards our destination.
During the drive, Tamaki couldn't help but observe everything about her. He loved seeing y/n wear clothes that wasn't the school uniform. Not that he had anything against the school uniform, he just liked seeing her wear different things.
Today she was wearing glasses, and her hair was up. She had switched out her nose ring that sat perfectly and prettily in her nose.
Looking further down her face, he couldn't help but watch the way her lips moved when she sang the lyrics... he felt this warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Different from anxiety, but not far from it. It felt good in a way?
"Is there something on my face?" I asked, lightly chuckling. I felt around my face to make sure a boogie wasn't hanging out of my nose or something. "N-no," he immediately looked away embarrassed by being caught. 'Just beauty," he thought.
