30 Day Ship Challenge - Miritama - BNHA

Day 19 - Spoiling the Other

He's just... Out sick. That's all.
Tamaki swallowed thickly as he walked into school. He didn't have a bad feeling, which confused him, as he — as Mirio worded it — had a sort of sixth sense when it came to the guy.
But, he was always greeted with an energetic hello. Today there was none. He didn't even see Mirio around.
Maybe he's just running late...
No, that's not like Mirio.
He was always at school a few minutes early.
Sometimes Tamaki wondered if he got there that early just so they could walk together and not miss one another on the way in.
Kind of wished that was what was going on. That made him happy; it made him feel loved. Like he mattered.
At the same time, he didn't want Mirio to waste his time, but he was getting better with those thoughts.

-

The day went on, and Tamaki had contemplated texting Mirio to ask if he was alright a few times. He hasn't seen him.
He didn't, though.
For two reasons....
One, he was worried he would bother Mirio.
Two, he didn't have a bad gut feeling.

The gut feeling was what was confusing him. Tamaki could almost always tell when something was up with Mirio; if he'd given himself a papercut or bumped into the corner of the wall, Tamaki would get a little lurch in his stomach. He didn't know why. He had it since he met the kid.
But he hadn't gotten anything like that and it was really his only saving grace that Mirio was, indeed, not dead.

But that posed the question; was Mirio avoiding him? Thst wasn't like him, right?
Tamaki went over the events of the last day or so, thinking up any reason Mirio could have to avoid him.
The way he'd hesitated when Tamaki accidentally mentioned him?
Oh, god, that's definetly it.
Tamaki mentally cursed himself for the mistake, groaning as he took the sloppily, hurridly made bento from his locker and made his way to the roof.
He wasn't allowed up there, and it was a terrifying concept to be caught, but the teachers didn't really care that much.
Hell, there were even benches.
He sat down on one snd took a deep breath, apologising to Mirio as if the blond could hear him.
He hated that he half-expected to hear an 'it's okay!' And upon not receiving one, made him dissapointed.
Tamaki took a breath, sighing and grabbing the chopsticks. He'd just taken some nattō for today. It wasn't like he needed anything else, since nattō was a superfood.
He ate all by his lonesome, and honestly, he'd forgotten how awful it was to be alone at school.
...
Lonely...

-

There was a place Tamaki always went afterschool on Thursdays, though.
The art room.
Thursday was the only day thst club wasn't on, so he could chill in there.
It was nice and warm in the winter, and nice and cool in the summer.
Plus, it just had the same calming atmosphere as the library — where he'd go on weekends and the rest of the weekdays he couldn't snag the art room.

Tamaki took out his sketchbook before he got to the room, while he was in the hallway. He was alone, here, he couldn't hear any other footsteps and the only breathing he could hear was his own.
He pushed open the door, and heard breathing.
Tamaki flattened his pointy ears out, something he learned he could do very easily, like a cat, and listened closely.
Breathing. Quiet breathing. Whoever it was, they were making a show of being quiet.
He poked his head into the room slowly, looking around. “Hello....?” he asked quietly, then felt a lurch in his gut and the next thing he knew, two strong arms were around his waist and he was being flung and spun around in the air.
He could hear a painfully familiar voice scream in his ear.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAMAKI!!”

Tamaki whipped around once he was let back onto his feet, focusing on his breathing, as that scared the hell out of him.
Mirio stood there, in all his just-walked-through-a-wall glory, happy as ever.
Needless to say, he kept his eyes up, holding up his hand to make thst an easier task. “M-mirio...”
“Happy birthday!!” He shouted again. Tamaki looked confused, and the blond took a moment. “Don't tell me you forgot your own birthday, man!!” he shouted, turning only his body as he grabbed his pants from the floor. At least to put those on.
The indigoette just shuddered out meanilgless nonsense, unable to really form a sentence from a lot of things that were currently happening.
One, Mirio was indeed not angry at him
Two, Tamaki had just realized he forgot his own goddamn birthday
And three, it was kind of dawning on him that Mirio'd grabbed and spun him without clothes on for the sake of the surprise.

Once Mirio'd dressed himself, he carefully took Tamaki's small hand in his own, leading him to a different part of the room.
“No matter. I bought you a buncha stuff!”
“W-wait Mirio.. That's not...” He really did. Mirio really did get him a few presents. That's...
Tamaki wasn't sure why his throat closed up or why his eyes got wet, but he didn't protest, thanking Mirio softly.