Amajiki x Reader: Blossoming Romance

Chapter 13: The Argument

Tamaki's phone call had been eating at you since it happened. 'She made him blush...'  You frowned. That was your  job. Well... at least you wished it was. But it seemed no matter how you tried, you couldn't get Tamaki's petals to fall. Each failed attempt broke you a little bit more. Surely if anything were going to do it, gifting him your special award would have been the catalyst. That is what you assumed, yet you hadn't been able to trigger a single one.

It had been so long since you'd seen them, so soft and sweet and beautiful. You would give anything to bring them back. The more selfless part of you considered ceasing your courtship attempts and letting other girls get close to him. As much as it would pain you to lose such a special person, you wanted Tamaki to find love again. You'd like to think that if he were truly happy with someone else, you would be happy for him. A sharp pang shot through your chest as you imagined him in the arms of another girl. Okay, you thought wrong. 'I guess I'm selfish.'

On the other hand, even if you were to allow such things, Izabel was still not an acceptable candidate. She was shallow, cruel and hurtful. She had no business being with a magnanimous and gentle spirit like Tamaki. Though part of you had to wonder if she was genuinely interested in him. After all, being a hero student at UA was a big rank boost from his former average-shy-middle-schooler status. Not to mention his features had only become more handsome over the years. However, your instinct told you her feelings weren't genuine, and this was a petty declaration of war upon you. You had made a formidable enemy, one that was not afraid to make Tamaki the collateral damage on her path to destroy you. But you couldn't let him be heartbroken again; she wouldn't infringe upon your turf any longer. There was one last weapon remaining in your arsenal. You would have to confess to Tamaki.

'I mean... it's about time. It's long overdue...'  You chewed your lip in hesitation as the nerves began to surface. If Tamaki rejected you, the chips would fall where they may- as well as the shattered pieces of your heart- but you decided that no matter the cost, you couldn't allow him to fall into the arms of someone who would hurt him. With a few deep breaths and a cute outfit to boost your self-esteem, you made your way to the shy boy's house.

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Amajiki diligently polished your shining award, ridding it of all blemishes and fingerprints. He made sure to hang it up above his desk, just as you had prominently displayed his crown in your own room. As appreciative as he was of the gesture, he felt this silly medal was a mere trinket in comparison to the honor bestowed on him; you were the true prize.

It was at this point that Tamaki considered giving up on this uphill battle he was fighting. His heart and mind had accidentally mingled now, forming a veritable meshwork of tiny admirations, all woven into an intricate dew-shining web. After being with you for so long, even his common sense and insecurity couldn't talk his heart out of loving you. It was time to confess; even Mirio had said so. A week or so ago, his less-than discreet friend happened to phase through his wall on a not-cleaning day and found the apartment littered with petals. Then, of course, Tamaki had no choice but to confide in him. Mirio was understanding and supportive like he always is, but of course he recommended doing things the... "Mirio" way. Tamaki couldn't even dream of making grand romantic gestures or telling someone outright the way Mirio insisted he do.

He needed advice, ideally from a female source. Nejire had come to his mind first, but he couldn't help but be tormented with fear that she'd spill the beans to you. Though she wasn't a gossip by nature, she certainly wasn't known for her secret-keeping abilities. Izabel on the other hand... she's what one would call a secret-keeping professional. She was the only other person he could recall that knew about his petals, and on the plus side, there was little to no chance of her telling you since you clearly hated each other. Izabel had already asked him to dinner sometime this week, which means she must not completely detest his presence.