Desire

Part 15 - thievery

**NOTE** This chapter does NOT contain smut

WC: 1951

Summary: Kirishima impresses you and Tamaki disappoints you. 

Includes: plot/angst

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Bright and early? Nothing she had said was that bad but put it all together and it looked like she was either trying to one-up you or had a massive crush on Tamaki. You seethe, finishing off your champagne and taking another glass.

"So, Tamaki. How much time do you spend together"? You try to sound cool but it's obvious by your tone that you care about his answer.

"Me and Nejire"? He downs a flute, clearly stressed by the situation. You refrain from rolling your eyes, pulling Tamaki by the arm into a more secluded corner.

"Yes. You and Nejire".

"Like- I dunno- a couple hours...a day"? Tamaki says it like he's unsure. You frown.

"Oh", is all you say.

"We're partners so it's-" he starts.

"Yeah I get it". You cut him off. He looks at you strangely.

"Are you jealous of her"? His voice is disbelieving as he turns to look at you. You avert your gaze, a little deterred by the thought of appearing insecure.

"No! I-I just..." you stammer, trailing off when you see a little smile at the corner of Tamaki's mouth.

"Y/n trust me. Me and Nejire are just friends. That's it". He reaches for your hands and you let him take them. "You're my girlfriend alright"? He looks at you sincerely. You nod, a warm feeling settling in your chest.

"Girlfriend", you repeat in a whisper. Tamaki gives you a lopsided grin and when you rise on your tippy toes to kiss him he obliges. His mouth is almondy from the champagne, warm and comforting. It's over all too soon.

"Tamaki, Oh-"! Nejire's shocked voice squeaks. You part abruptly, turning your head sharply to look at her. How the fu-

"N-nejire"! Tamaki stutters over her name, a flush spreading over his cheeks.

"Sorry to interrupt", she starts, not looking sorry at all. "But they're doing speeches and- they might ask you". Her voice peters off at the end and she looks a bit sheepish. You look from her to Tamaki.

"W-what? I mean- Nejire, no- I- I can't do that. Wouldn't- it be better if you-" Tamaki looks to be on the verge of panic.

"No, Tamaki, they want to hear you". She places a hand on his arm. "You've got this".

"Yeah sweetheart. I'm rooting for you", you say softly, delighted when his gaze immediately shifts from Nejire to you. He nods hesitantly. "Good luck baby", you say, resting your hand on his cheek and kissing him. He takes a deep breath and then allows Nejire to lead him away. You glare at her back as she walks towards the center of the room with your boyfriend as her prize.

Without Tamaki by your side you suddenly feel naked, surrounded by a bunch of people who don't know you but yet, already seem to dislike you. You make your way to a table with champagne and fruit platters, thinking another drink will calm your nerves. But when you round the table, who should be standing there but Kirishima. You stop, attempting a swift pivot when the redhead calls out your name.

"Y/n, I heard Tamaki's going to give a speech". You sigh, looking at the floor and then turning towards him with a fantastically faux smile on your face.