My Hero Academia Imagines

Hickey (Amajiki Tamaki)

Amajiki Tamaki:

He was never one for parties. The lights were too bright, the music was too loud, people bumped into you at every moment and the food was always really terrible. But it was the last one of the year and within the next week, he'd be graduating from UA. So one party would not kill him, right?

Especially if she was here tonight. Her usual smile and polite attitude towards her classmates on the dorm lounge floor, the beating of the music drowns out that addictive laugh. He knew she was laughing too, as when she laughed she would raise on hand to lightly cover her mouth.

It was what she was doing right now, and he admired it from across the room, smiling to himself about how she made such a cute little action. He couldn't even hear her or see her very well for that matter, but even still... she looked so good.

"Admiring from afar again?" Mirio slung an arm over tamaki, causing the third year to shrink into himself a bit, the punch in his hand twirling slightly from Mirio's sudden hug and words.

"Yes, I guess I am." Tamaki replies, watching as Nejire was suddenly pinching (Name)'s cheeks and admiring how no doubt soft and warm they were. Nejire always had a bad habit of getting into people's personal spaces, but at that moment, Tamaki wished to switch places with her.

"So you're not gonna go and talk to her? We're practically done at UA and you have barely had an entire conversation with (Name)-chan. You like her, don't you? Why not go and talk to her then!"

Tamaki shook his head at Mirio's encouragement, going back to staring at his half empty cup of punch. Mirio sighed, patting Tamaki on the back a bit more gently then before. He knew of his friend's antisocial and nervous ways, but not talking to him meant he was really feeling it tonight.

"I- I just can't bring myself to do so Mirio. Every time I try I overthink i and I psych myself out. I'll never be able to talk to her unless something happens that forces me to."

"Something that forces you to?" Mirio mused, a spark suddenly igniting in his head.

"Yeah, like the two us trapped together and need to work together to get out. I can think fine when I'm in hero mode after all... but talking to her in a lace like this isn't my scene..."

"So what you're saying is you need that scene to occur for there to be a chance for you to even talk to (Name)-chan? And maybe if the ball got rolling you'd talk to her more?"

"I-I guess so? What are you thinking about now Mirio?"

Mirio waved his hands, flashing a pure smile. "Nothing Tamaki! I'm gonna go grab some more punch, want any?"

"No, plus tasting by it, someone spiked it. I'd stick to one of the canned milks."

"Thanks for letting me know, I'll be right back!" Mirio walked off, leaving Tamaki to watch his classmates once more.

A group of girls chatting, a couple boys who obviously had a bit too much of the punch, and two people who had hooked up it seemed. Quite the array of people tonight it seemed, but that's what happened when their homeroom teacher had 'urgent business' to attend to and left them all to their own devices.

"Tamaki, come with me!" Mirio had appeared back by the darker featured boy, tugging him towards a more secluded area.

"M-Mirio where are we going?"

"I found some cool party games in a closet by the front entrance, could you help me get them down?" Mirio asked, innocent baby eyes flashing.

Tamaki gulped, hoping he would be able to help his best friend out as best as he could. "S-Sure I guess..."