30 Day Ship Challenge - Miritama - BNHA

Day 8 - Staying Up

“Who could be knocking this late at night..” Mirio asked nobody but himself, standing from his desk. He was studying, going over notes, as him and Tamaki had finished doing just thay together earlier that day. Or- night.
He was sure one to talk about 'this late at night.'
“And in the middle of a rainstorm..”
Not wanting to wake his father and tell him to open the door for him (both waking him and showing that he wasn't awake), he travelled downstairs after grabbing a blanket to keep himself warm.
Mirio looked through the front door's peep hole, squinted, and upon seeing familiar spiked-up Tufts of indigo hair, he gasped and flung the door open. “Tamaki!?” he whisper-shouted. “Why're you here?”
When he didn't answer, nor walk inside, Mirio promptly tossed his blanket on the floor, as if saying 'you can walk in on this, it won't damage the floor. Or even get it wet.'
“You can come in! I don't care about the floor,” He quickly spoke, seeing his friend still not coming inside.
“I-I don't wanna get your floor wet..” He murmured, and the blond puffed out his cheeks.
“I don't care, I'll clean it in the morning.”

Even with that, he had to practically carry the worried and soaked boy inside. Tamaki very much did not want to come inside without a towel on the ground, but Mirio didn't have any clean ones that were big enough. He had clean dishtowels, and he could get those.
“What happened?” He asked, nervously, running to the kitchen and letting Tamaki stay at the door, in front of a heater.
“I.. Um... Don't have a key to my house right now... A-and the door's locked.. All of em.. I-I couldn't wake anyone up and so I came back... I-I'n sorry, I shoulda texted you- I- I just thought you were asleep and-” Tamaki's eyes widened slightly in realization as Mirio came back over, sone washcloths in his hands. “I-I didn't wake you, did I!?”
The blond in a bun smiled a little and ruffled his friend's hair with the towel, since that was what was really dripping. He wasn't gonna make Tamaki do it himself. “No, no! I was already awake. Even if you did wake me, I'd be glad you did!” Mirio smiled brightly, and Tamaki felt the cold in his face from the rain melt away.
Once they he finished drying Tamaki's hair, he pulled back. “I'll get you some clothes, yer gonna get pneumonia.” he spoke, walking up the stairs and urging his friend to follow.
Both boys quickly arrived in Mirio's bedroom, for the second time that night.

Mirio quickly grabbed a T-shirt and some pants, tossing the items toward him. “Here, get dressed, I can get you something to drink?”
Tamaki swallowed a little. “Um... J-just... Water? Please?” he was thirsty. He didn't realize it.
Mirio nodded, walking off to leave Tamaki to change.
The indigoette swallowed, pulling his shirt off once he watched his friend walk out of the room.
He sighed a bit. This... Felt wrong? He didn't understand this feelings.
Why was he so warm realizing that Mirio cared enough to let him in? And why did his heart clench at Mirio drying his hair- or maybe it was because he was so close?
...
No. That's not it. It's not that. It couldn't be.
That's forbidden. That's not a very good and okay emotion. Not Mirio. Please, not Mirio.

Tamaki jumped, gearing a harsh knock.
It wasn't that harsh, he just was surprise.
“Tamaki? You done? Can I come in?”
“uUHh! Yeah!” Tamaki nodded, holding the wetted clothing to his chest. “Where- where do I put these..?” he asked, as Mirio opened the door.
“Ah, just in the bathroom. You know where it is, right?”
He nodded quickly, walking past Mirio and taking a deep breath as he traveled to the bathroom.
That... Wasn't it, right? It couldn't be, right? No.
Just because he was imagining Mirio cuddling with him and watching a movie with some popcorn to warm him up didn't mean anything
Just because he wanted to fall asleep, safe, in Mirio's arms didn't mean anything.
Wanting to be close to him didn't mean anything.