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ask: HEWWO HON, can I possibly request for cute Tamaki scenario/headcanons (what's better for you) with his fem crush when Nejire organise triple date for our beloved squad and they're LEFT ALONE BC NEJIRE AND MIRIO JUST WANTED THEM TO BE TOGETHER AND ONE OF THEM TO FINALLY CONFESS BC THEY'RE BOTH SO SHY and she confesses? Sorry for being chaotic i just woke up. ALSO I LOVE U YOU'RE DOING GREAT JOB SWEETIE --bakusexual

OMG HI HON, thank u!!! o gosh i am blush bc of compliments. here u go!!!
sidenote: rika and takeru r two of my not fully finished oc's bc i have this hc that hadou is hella gay and mirio is hella bi (so basically im saying i shamefully plugged my own children into this scenario)

also i didn't really know if u meant like hadou and mirio going on a date and inviting them, or them have their own partners and doing like a hella cool squad date that consisted of 6 people, sooo i went with the latter :')

"So Rika and I were wondering if you all wanted to go on a triple date?" Hadou asked, currently sat underneath the cherry blossom tree for lunch. Mirio to her left and Y/N to her right, Tamaki leaning against the tree and twirling a small fallen flower in his fingers.
At the process of her words, the petals fell to the ground he looked up, tilting his head. "Triple date?" he asked, casting his gaze to Y/N and feeling his stomach drop. Had someone else finally approached her? He met her own eyes, confused to find them just as wide and scared as his, but accounting it to maybe her first triple date. Or maybe even her first date.
"Takeru was wondering the same thing," Mirio said, a grin on his face as he nudged Tamaki. "How's it sound?" he asked his friend.
"I hope you all have fun," he said, looking away and feeling his emotions turn with uncertainty.
"So you're not coming?" Hadou asked, tilting her head. He knit his eyebrows together in confusion.
"I don't have a girlfriend," he said confusedly without skipping a beat. A relieved sigh released from Y/N's lips and attention was brought to her.
"I mean," Hadou said. "We can all go together, like a date for us, but just a group hangout for you guys," she smiled wide. Mirio nodded furiously. Tamaki snuck a glance in Y/N's direction to gauge her reaction and properly agree or refuse, surprised when their eyes made contact. They both jerked their gazes away, pink tinting their cheeks equally.
"I-I guess," she said.
"I'll go," Tamaki mumbled, eyes trailing back to the falling pink petals.

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Waiting at the history museum for people to show up, Tamaki stressed the tiniest bit if anyone was actually going to show up. Afraid of being late, he'd arrived fifteen minutes early and was currently sitting on a bench in front of the building.
When he saw her get off the bus, he perked up immediately, wishing he'd looked into the mirror one last time before leaving the house to make sure he looked impeccable before realizing he'd never be truly satisfied with himself. She caught his eye and immediately looked away, hurrying over in his direction.
"Hi, is it just the two of us, right now?" she asked, sitting herself down with ample space between them.
"So far," he said, looking down at his phone before texting Mirio to 'please hurry up'. The text that he received in response wasn't one that he was happiest to read.

'Faked you out, hang out with her, we went for ice cream instead' along with a selfie of the four that were supposed to be there with sloppy two scoop cones.

He almost threw his phone at the floor in surprise, jerking his head to look at Y/N. She was typing furiously on the phone. In that moment, she looked up and made awkward eye contact with him, turning her phone off almost instantly and putting it down beside her. A worried smile flashed onto her face and Tamaki almost felt sick. She obviously didn't want to be here with him.
"I-I, I just got a text from H-hadou," she said, looking at her feet and playing with her purse strap. "I don't think either her or Mirio are coming," she said.
"Y-yeah, I got the same thing from, Mirio," Tamaki said. Awkward silence.
"Do you..." she turned her head to look at him, "Do you still want to go?" she asked.
"Yeah!" Tamaki said, wincing has his voice cracked. He should've known this would happen, Mirio and Hadou could never have stayed entertained long enough in a museum of all places. At the desk paying for admission, she started pulling out her wallet before negations spilled from Tamaki's mouth. He handed the lady at the desk a twenty, paying for both of them, before leading the way into the cold air of the museum.
Texting Mirio thirty minutes into his improv... date, he almost broke the keyboard in anger but also thankfulness. He looked up as she posed with a statue and he couldn't help the small smile that flashed across his face before pulling out his phone and taking a couple photos for her.
When they began getting hungry, they ditched the information heavy building and went outside for some street food. Glad it wasn't too cold, yet wasn't too hot for eating outside, they grabbed some... nutritious... crepes and looked at pictures of cats on their phones. Making awkward eye contact every one or two minutes, Tamaki pulled back and shoved another bite of his crepe into his mouth as he opened Mirio's messages.
'Help' he called for an SOS. Tamaki was so unsure of what to talk about or how to talk about his feelings. His heart was in his throat as he looked back at her. She was also on her phone and he caught sight of who she was texting. Hadou.
He put his phone down and took a deep breath.
"Tamaki-
"Y/N-" They said at the same time. Making eye contact they both smiled weakly at each other. "You go first," he offered. "If you want to, I mean." She bit her lip, bouncing her leg as she wildly looked around for something to focus on. She settled for the ground in front of her before parting her lips. Tamaki was on the edge of his seat. Why was she acting so sketchy? Why did she look so nervous? He held his crepe tighter and tighter before he realized he was squeezing some of the filling out.
"I like you," she said, shutting her eyes tight as if she was in a movie about young teen romance. Tamaki froze, whip cream dripping from his crepe and onto his jeans without him paying attention to it. His mind had gone full on blank mode before jumping into a pit of swirling thoughts. In his panicked frenzy, he somehow managed to open his own mouth, except unlike her he couldn't actually form a sentence. She peeked her eye open to gauge his response, hands tightly holding her purse strap.
"Me?" he asked, pointing at himself with his crepe, unaware that he was making even more of a mess on his shirt. She nodded slowly. "Me?" he asked again.
"You," she mumbled and looked away.
"I-," he started, before pausing. "I like you too," he mentally clapped himself on the back for managing to say it without a stutter and almost high-fived himself when he saw the smile that spread across her face. He looked away as his cheeks flushed red before realizing the mess he made on himself with his crepe.
She looked at him, trying to stifle a laugh before pulling her phone out and taking a photo. He turned around and dumped his crushed crepe into the trash before indignations spilled from his mouth at her action. Y/N only laughed and sent the photo to Hadou.
"W-we can share this one," she said after he pouted about his lost crepe. He looked down at the treat, the tips of his ears red as he took a bite and looked away.

Somewhere in the world, Mirio and Hadou were sharing a fist bump and a high five for their miraculous plan.

fuckin full stop conclusions,,, oh my god what is wroNG With me. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED. thank u for reading and requesting o god.