Blue Butterfly | Amajiki Tamaki

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2nd POV

Tamaki's world seemed to ignite with blazing fire once you encountered him, even though it had just been only one and a half days with a few sentences exchanged; it was like he was thrown out of his little comfort bubble, lunging into a new dimension that was erupting with blinding, lustrous light—he couldn't quite fathom it himself, but it certainly caused his stomach to perform this gut-wrenching flip.

The scintillating light you radiated was different from Mirio's shine. It was some sort of refuge for him to relax in when he was in your company.

Running down the deserted streets, neck craning at the sight of towering buildings and lamp posts, his dark orbs scanned the city, registering the eerie alleys and the different junctions that made up the faux city. He was waiting for your signal, all the meanwhile keeping an eye out for Haru and his teammate so that the job was not your sole burden. But everything appeared to be normal and the air was safe from any maliciousness that Haru usually warded off. With a small slap of his heel against the frigid cold pavement, Tamaki dove into a street, only for him to carelessly slip and crash headfirst to the ground.

'O-Ouch... h-how embarrassing,' he thought, brushing the dirt off his costume as he rose.

His gaze flickered to the stretching sky above, wondering which section of the city you were currently soaring over with your gigantic, azure blue wings. He was utterly stupefied back at the course, astonished by the speed and brilliance of your Quirk as you zoomed with him in expertise. He couldn't deny that he liked butterflies, especially when Mirio led you directly to the fact with a carton of [f/f] flavoured juice.

Tamaki wasn't one to socialise and he was grateful that you initiated conversations even though you also had anti-social issues, creating small talk to ease the mood.

The only problem was that he frequently blushed around you, either by your comments or your gawking. Though, he was easily embarrassed when caught off-guard—so he paid no heed to it.

Setting off into another foreign part of Ground Beta B, Tamaki felt the air around him suddenly thin out immensely, his breath cut short as his lungs burned with intensity. He heaved a cough, feeling the air being kicked out of his system as he struggled to breathe in his habitual pace. His hood flew backwards as a blast of wind struck him, only one person's name popping into his mind who was competent enough to carry out the former actions.

"Well look who's here," the all-too familiar antagonistic voice vibrated. "It's Octo-shit."

Qualm seized Tamaki's trembling body in a full bind, invisible chains of terror trapping his legs and feet as he staggered to the ground. Haru casually strode towards the dark haired teen's quivering form, tugging at his black finger-less gloves with a smug grin chiseled with satisfaction.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Haru spat, creasing his brows. "Guess you didn't expect me to intercept you, huh?"

Nevertheless, Tamaki remained silent with his lips bent in its worst frown, sweat profusely pouring from his skin—he was terrified of the menacing figure hovering metres from him, and he desperately held the ounce of air he had to prevent himself from fainting.

"Oh right." With a snap of his fingers, oxygen became abundant in the air once again and Tamaki spluttered, inhaling and exhaling sharply as air slowly seeped into his lungs again. "I can't have you passing out on me just yet."

"..." The dark haired teen sealed his mouth shut, biting his lip to calm his antsy nerves.

"You know, I don't really have a bone to pick with you, fuckface. Who I want to squash is butterfly and you're going to bring her to me," the emerald-eyed teen announced with a raspy tone.