Amajiki x Reader: Blossoming Romance

Chapter 7: The Spy and the Trickster

Amajiki must have gotten careless in his meticulous evasion of you, because you managed to accidentally bump into him in the bustling hallway between classes.

"S-sorry!" His voice was high-pitched, almost a squeak. But you tried to throw him an encouraging smile.

"It's o-" He scurried away, holding true to the mouse-like behavior you just associated him with. "-kay..." You made a face. Amajiki was definitely avoiding you and you couldn't figure out why. After Mirio's visit, the notion of him being angry with you didn't make much sense. So then why was he acting like this?

Perhaps even Tamaki didn't know the exact reason. He wanted to talk to you, truly he did, and tell you how sorry he was. He couldn't go on like this, the guilt was like rot, spreading deeper and deeper into his conscience. He knew you deserved vindication, some kind of outlet for the pain you must be in, and it would be wrong for him to not be the one to take the hit. Your cruel words would be just the punishment he felt he should receive. The main problem was... he didn't actually like being punished, and couldn't find the courage to face that potential unpleasant conflict either. The two clashing needs were eating at him, like wolves tearing at his flesh from both sides. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. 'Why does this happen to me so much...'  He wondered.

It was the last class of the day and since Amajiki was so clearly deep in thought, staring straight down at a blank page in his notebook, you were able to steal a clear glance at him without making him fidget. You thought about passing him a note, just something pleasant to break the ice. You pulled out a pen from your bag before-

"EEEEEK!" An ear-piercing squeal caught your attention. Without warning, Izabel was standing on her desk and throwing her coat violently to the floor. "Teacher! Someone put a cockroach in my pocket!" You grinned wickedly, wishing you had been the one to come up with this fantastic distribution of justice.

"Who did that?!" The teacher questioned, but you knew nobody would openly admit it even if they were guilty.

"It was Tamaki!" The girl continued, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

"What?!" He squawked, looking mortified now that every eye was on him.

"Yeah! He took my jacket once before! I bet he did it again and did this on purpose!" Your jaw dropped at the bold face lie. He didn't steal it, he had found it for her! You were there!

"It wasn't me! I swear!" Tamaki yelped. You turned to look at him. He wore an expression akin to that of a kicked puppy, no trace of deceit in his tearful eyes.

"I bet it was!" Another girl piled on. "Or I bet he slipped it in with that quirk of his!"

'Okay. I guess TWO bitches are going to have to die tonight...'  Your blood boiled at this ruthless inhumanity.

"Woah there. He wouldn't do something like that." Mirio stood to defend his friend.

"IT WAS ME!" You lied, rising to face the spiteful shrew, one on one.

"You? Why?!" She looked genuinely surprised that it wasn't someone else. You glanced once at Tamaki, then at Mirio, kind of dawning a fuck-all attitude.

"Because you're a two-faced bitch." You shrugged, and the room fell silent.

"PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE, F/N L/N! RIGHT NOW!"

And with that, you proudly strutted down the hall, only second-guessing yourself now that you were alone. 'Wait a minute... what if the thing had just crawled in there by itself? Why didn't I say THAT instead?!'  You smacked your palm to your forehead, walking into his office.

You told him the truth about what happened, that it wasn't really you but you couldn't let innocent Amajiki take the blame. At the mere mention of his name, the principal gifted you an understanding smile. He was aware of the events that occurred the other night and didn't question you any further.

"I believe you, young lady."

"Really?"

"Yes. However... you still called your classmate a less than elegant name, and for that I must discipline you somehow."

"I see..." Detention slip in hand, you exited his office. 'Worth it.'  You strolled back towards the classroom to gather your possessions, hearing the bell ring just before you got there. Your classmates flooded the hallways immediately, blocking your path.

"F/N." Mirio's face caught your attention, grimacing as you walked up.

"Hey- oomph." Izabel had very intentionally collided with your shoulder in a nonverbal declaration of aggression. You rolled your eyes.

"Did you get in trouble?" The pink detention slip you held up in your hand answered his question. "Why did you take responsibility when it wasn't you?"

"Because I know that Tamaki didn't do it, and he's been through enough already. If nobody else came clean, then he would have gotten in trouble for nothing." You suddenly realized something. "Wait... how did you know I didn't do it?" He bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck.

"Well..."

"I might have known it was you." You smiled.

"Yeah..."

"You little trickster."

"And you got detention..." He frowned at the floor. "You know, it isn't too late to straighten this out. Let me tell the principal that it was me."

"And lose credit for that stroke of brilliance? Not on your life, Mirio." He mirrored your grin and let out a hearty laugh. "Cockroaching Izabel will probably go down in history as my crowning achievement." He was rolling now. 

"I do still feel kinda bad though." His words contradicted his huge smile and outpour of giggles.

"Don't worry about it." You swished your hand. "I have to go though. I just came back to get my-" You looked down next to the door only to see your book bag sitting there. You were certain it hadn't been there a moment ago.  

"I should still make it up to you somehow." He put his finger to his lip thoughtfully. "How about I bring you lunch tomorrow?"

"Sounds good." You shrugged, raising your eyebrows at your neatly-packed items on the floor. You sensed another presence after seeing your backpack eerily appear. As agile as Tamaki was, you knew there was no way he would have been able to sneak out of the classroom without you noticing. It didn't take Mirio's special brand of genius to know that he was hiding just out of sight, presumably eavesdropping. You and Mirio exchanged a loaded glance. "By the way... tell whoever packed up my stuff for me 'thanks.'" Togata smiled wide and Amajiki tensed on the other side of the wall. "That person must be very nice..."

The next chapter is almost done. So there will be another update again very soon.