My Hero Academia Oneshots!

☁️Tamaki AmajikiXReader: Hands

Request for @taikutsudesu

Your eyes sparkle with the utmost brightness as you talk. Your melodic voice fills the air, floating aloft it like a baby bird. The setting sun casted a golden-glow across your face, emphasizing your most attractive features. Tamaki noticed all these things, but was most concerned with your hand. Delicate and smooth with perfectly shaped nails. A scar running from your thumb to your wrist inflicted by a villain months ago. And Lastly, a sterling silver bracelet hung from your wrist that he'd given to you for your birthday.

He so badly wanted to hold your hand in his. He wanted to entwine his fingers with yours , but every time he even thought about it, a reoccurring thought came back to him. What if his quirk accidentally activated and he somehow hurt you?

He'd never be able to forgive himself if he injured you.

You noticed his anxiety and turned towards him.

"Tamaki, are you alright?" You asked, tilting your head.

'Oh no! She noticed!' Tamaki fretted.

Tamaki glanced away as a bead of sweat rolled down his face. He then looked back, his bashful eyes meeting your concerned ones.

You noticed he looked more anxious and uncomfortable than usual. He hadn't responded to your question meaning that there was definitely something wrong. You raised your hand under his bangs to feel his forehead.

You felt him heat up, and he instantly stepped away from you. Tamaki didn't trust himself around you, especially when he was this close. His nervousness made his quirk unstable, and he didn't want to hurt you.

"Tamaki?" You repeated.
"Y-yes! I'm okay!" He urgently replied

Although he claimed to be okay, his actions suggested otherwise. He had stepped away from you, and he averted his eyes away from you, looking elsewhere as he tried to avoid your gaze. He lowered his head as if he was ashamed of something, and ultimately tried to make himself look smaller.

He'd always wanted to be a great hero, the best even. And to be a great hero, he was determined to be a great student even though he was already part of the big three. But how could he be all that if he couldn't even be a great boyfriend? He couldn't even hold your hand.

You had been the one to first approach him; You had been the first to talk. You had been the first to confess your feelings. You had always taken initiative and done everything first, just for him. But now, Tamaki wanted to do something first; he wanted to take initiative because he felt bad making you to things first all the time.

"What's wrong? Tamaki?" You asked, your brows furrowing. Tamaki met your eyes and could see the genuine concern in them.

Tamaki bit his lip, his gaze dropping to the floor. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, its beating getting faster and faster,  only making things worse. It was a really simple little thing, yet it made him so anxious. He didn't want you to worry about him.

"I-it's nothing," He mumbled.

You weren't convinced by his words and reached out to grab his hand to comfort him. Tamaki saw your hand moving towards his and immediately snatched it back before you could touch him.

"D-Don't touch me!" He exclaimed, holding his hand close to his chest as it curled into a tight fist.

His sudden outburst stopped you in your tracks. It honestly startled you. Never had Tamaki ever raised his voice at anyone, much less you. You were shocked and a little hurt. You didn't mean to pressure him, you just wanted to comfort him.

He felt his fingers twitch in anxiety and tried to calm himself down in fear of his quirk activating on impulse, but it didn't work. His fingers burst into slimy tentacles with sharp barnacles. They squirmed and curled out of control as if having a mind of their own. Tamaki panicked but quickly called them back, his hand returning to normal. He tightly clenched his fist and held it tightly to his chest as he turned around, unable to face you.

You stood there in shock from Tamaki's outburst and sudden quirk activation. But you quickly recovered, having the instant need to comfort Tamaki and make him feel better.

You slowly approached him, keeping your steps soft, but still clearly audible.

"Tamaki..." You said in a soft tone. "It's okay."

You were about to place a hand on Tamaki's back when he spoke, and made you stop in your tracks.

"No. Don't." He quietly stated. "Don't touch me. I'm too dangerous."

You retracted your hand, obliging his request.

"Is that why you're keeping your distance from me?" You asked. Tamaki only answered with silence as he glanced away. "Are you nervous around me, Tamaki?"

Your words struck something inside of him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. You had so easily found him out. You could his see through him and figure out all his insecurities and worries. He didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to admit there was anything wrong with him and worry you, but what was the point? You could already see through him like a window. There was no point in hiding it now.

With his head still hung in embarrassment, he slowly nodded, "W-whenever I'm around you, my heart always races and my face gets all hot. There are butterflies in my stomach that just won't go away and I always stumble on my words. I know we're dating, but I can't help it. I can't even hold your hand because of it."

Your lips pull apart at his confession before turning up in a small smile. You knew he was always nervous and anxious, but you didn't know you had this much of an effect on him. Even though he was too frightened to hold your hand, his genuine concern was still heartwarming.

"Hey," You softly started, "You are the best boyfriend ever, don't forget that, okay?"

You stepped towards Tamaki so he faced you and raised your hands. You brushed his hair out of the way as you moved to cup his cheeks. Tamaki flinched, scared to hurt you.

"You wanna know why?" You asked, your hands delicately cupped his warm cheeks and angled his head upwards so his eyes would look at yours. Once his large, warm, innocent eyes met yours, you practically melted, and it took so much willpower to keep your composure. "Because you make me happy."

You then leaned forward, pressing your lips to the tip of Tamaki's nose in a feather-soft kiss.

You pulled away, hands still cupping his face, and gave him a soft smile, "It's alright, Tamaki. We can take it as slow as you need. As long as you're comfortable."

Tamaki was frozen. He didn't know how to act or feel. He was embarrassed that he couldn't hold your hand, your kindness had always flustered him, not to mention how the kiss made him feel.

He then felt your hands leave his cheeks and trail down his arms. As they slowly went down his arms, he finally realized what you were going to do. Tamaki flinched; He didn't want to hurt you.

But you stopped short.

Your hands hovered right above his, allowing him to make the move whenever he was ready if he desired to do so. Tamaki gulped and took initiative. He intertwined his fingers with yours. Tamaki felt your fingers fill the empty spaces in between his, lacing them together, but he felt his fingers twitch just like before, and he tightly shut his eyes. But the itch went away, and Tamaki's hands remained normal as his heart slowly returned to it's normal rhythm.

He felt a tiny sense of pride in taking initiative and holding your hand.

"See? I know you won't hurt me, Tama-kun," You sweetly said using his special nickname to comfort him even more.

You met his gaze and gave him a closed-eye smile. You were too cute for Tamaki, and he immediately felt his face heat up as a scarlet blush spread across his cheeks. He averted his eyes, too embarrassed to keep his gaze with you, but it's okay. You understood how he felt. It didn't bother you at all because you knew that you loved him, and you knew that he loved you back, even if you were just holding hands.