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⋆ 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫
"Woah, Tamaki! What happened to your back?"
One of the guys in the locker room asked as we were all changing for gym. "Huh?" I questioned more so to myself than anyone else as I tried to get a look at my own back. "Yeah man, it looks like you got into a fight with a cat," another chuckled.
I looked around a tad but confused until it dawned on me—he was talking about the scratches Y/n left on my back the night we first had sex.
It was no doubt one of the best days of my life and I could feel the blush on my face spread throughout my body just thinking about it.
I quickly put my gym shirt on and slammed the locker door shut, scurrying out of the locker room before anyone could say anything else.
As soon as I made it out of the locker room, I took a breath of relief that didn't seem to last very long as everyone started pouring out of the locker rooms and onto the field.
I could see Y/n come out of the locker room, looking as stunning as always. Though, her uniform seemed to have shrunk or something. It felt so immoral staring at her the way I did, but I couldn't help myself. Her uniform was squeezing everything she had—and she had a lot.
I quickly looked away and began counting in my head, trying to prevent myself from getting hard.
"Dude, did you see Y/n?" "Has she always been that thick?" "Her boobs are huge!"
I could feel my eye twitch hearing some of the guys in the locker room whisper (very loudly) crude things about my girlfriend. I balled up my fists out of anger, wanting to march over there and give them a piece of my mind.
Mirio put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me with furrowed brows, "You ok Tamaki?" I slightly relaxed my fists and gritted through my teeth, "Yeah."
"Ok, if you say so..." he eyed me for a split second before urging me to continue walking towards the large group of students who awaited to hear what we were going to do for the class period from the teacher.
"I have a meeting soon, so until I come back, you guys can do anything you want. Just don't make me regret it." Everyone celebrated and cheered silently amongst each other, knowing the meeting was more than likely going to take up half the class.
"Me and some of the guys are gonna play soccer, wanna play?" Mirio asked. I, of course, shook my head no. "Ok, but you can always join!" He waved, running off to the group of guys.
I was honestly going to go sit down in the shade and do nothing. But I could see someone in the corner of my eye, approaching me.
"Hey Tamaks," Y/n waved. I smiled down at her as she stood in front of me, "Hi Y/n."
"What are you gonna do in your free time?" She asked me, clasping her hands behind her back—pushing out her chest. I glanced away, getting a little flustered from her unknowing sex appeal.
"Um- I... I was just gonna sit down and relax." I scratched my head, still refusing to look at her. "May I join you?" I nodded my head, looking at her smiling face, "Y-Yeah, sure."
"Awesome!" She instantly grabbed my arm and took me to the shaded area of the field. Away from the noise and away from the people.
I sat down in the grass, playing with the freshly cut lawn clippings and then I looked at Y/n, seeing her scan the lawn in curiosity.
"Y-Y/n?" I called out to her, cringing over how much I was stuttering today. But I couldn't help it. No matter how much I've been around her or how many times we speak, she still makes me incredibly nervous.
She looked at me with a tilted head, "Yes?"
"Can I ask you a question?" A small smile grazed her glossed, plump lips. "You already know you can," she chuckled.
"What happened to your uniform?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed for asking. She placed her small hand on my knee as she let out a laugh. "Kira happened," she sighed. "She did the laundry the other day and now our clothes look like this..."
"Do you think anyone noticed?" She looked at her bust and then at her pants; that was squeezing her crotch. "You know what, don't answer that," she awkwardly chuckled.
"I figured it wouldn't have been a big deal since people don't really pay attention to me," she shrugged.
"That's not true! Lots of people do! I-I pay attention to you," I could feel my face heating up tremendously as she stared at me with that look.
"Oh really?" She hummed, swiftly sitting closer to the blushing boy, who shivered at her touch, despite only bumping shoulders.
❦ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ (｡･･｡)
"Woah... do you guys see this?" The boys momentarily stopped playing soccer to watch Y/n and Tamaki converse. Y/n was shoulder to shoulder with Tamaki and no one has ever seen anyone that wasn't Mirio or Nejire be that close to him.
It was like seeing a snake cuddling with a mouse—strange, unusual and somewhat concerning.
"Oh yeah, they're a thing," Mirio casually stated, picking up the soccer ball everyone had carelessly abandoned.
"No way," they gasped, watching how Y/n giggled and laughed at Tamaki's words. You would've thought he was a comedian with the way she was laughing.
"Mhmm," Mirio hummed with a small smile. He was so proud of his best friend that he couldn't help but feel his own pride swelling in his chest.
