The Moment Our Eyes Met - Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Prologue

Quick note:
This is before the events of the main story line in my hero, when the reader and Tamaki are in their first year of high school.

The reader's religion, race and gender are vague and I tried to avoid having the readers pronouns explicitly mentioned so all sorts of readers can enjoy (men, women, trans people, nonbinary people, agender people etc). The only time that would change is if i have a specific idea (or if someone requested one) that could only work for a specific gender, or specific race or religion, but i'd just write that as a special episode rather than a main story line thing as to not make other feels left out so yeahh

Also, Tamaki is around 5'10 and i am shorter than that (UGH.) sooo sorry but when the reader's height is mentioned, you're shorter than him 😭 the exact height is still not explicitly said though, so you can be whatever height you want/actually are if its under 5'10 lmao

Oh and one final thing, all of Tamaki's dialogue are what I can imagine the english dub voice actor saying. When I write him, to make sure that he's not tooooo out of character and the way I'm able to do that is just by always envisioning his dialogue in his english va's voice so... yeah, just a thing i thought to mention if you wanna try imaging him speaking in that voice too lmao (AARON DISMUKE HAS MY HEART.)

Anyway please enjoy :)

Your head was splitting in agony and you wanted nothing more than to lay on the floor and sleep forever.

You truly could not say how the day had started out, if it were sunny or cloudy, if the blue birds sang or if the chorus of car horns cut through the air for miles. Your most complete memory of the day started with your back contorted and bent over like a shrimp, while you were pouring your brain over the mounds of study material you had so cruelly put yourself up to.

When you were in middle school, you cared about school a lot. It was always your first priority and more often than not you were forced to turn down offers made by your friends and family members because of work you had due. As this process grew, those who were once close to you began to drift out of your orbit, and before you knew it, you had ended up alone. Feeling cheated out of experiencing things beyond the world of essay and algebra, you started to brush school aside, which only caused you more stress as it forced you to spend your last few weeks of middle school crunching like crazy to complete all the missing work that had piled up. You barely managed to pass.

You promised to yourself that come high school, you would be more responsible, you would prioritize your classes and learn to find a balance between work and play, and prove that your acceptance into UA actually meant something.

So with that, you entered as a first year with a new mentality and you swore that this time, this time for sure, your words would hold true. And at first, they did.

You studied an appropriate amount, did your homework before anything else to knock it out of the way, and even went out of your way to stay after class if you needed extra help. You were the model student once more.

But even still, you could see yourself back in middle school, isolated with only the company of work to fill in your dull days and before you knew it, you were alone again.

Slowly over time, that healthy pattern you had so carefully crafted started to crumble as the thought of being alone again pulled at you until you felt like you were drowning. Once again, work piled onto you, burying you in it's weight as your work ethic fell into disarray and your grades began slipping into the trenches. And if that wasn't the worst part, before you could process what was happening, it was that time of year.