Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Tamaki Amajiki

Silent intoxication, or a sense of savage possession?

The fog clouding over your heart hadn't yet lifted, even hours after witnessing his incredible battle prowess. The raven-haired beauty seemed unsteady on his feet, timid and indecisive, but a definite majesty still prevailed. The fluid utilisation of his quirk earned him extra points - he wasn't simply another pretty face. When focused, he danced around his opponents with such elegance! You just couldn't dispel the tremendous weights, practically pinning you to a single idea: unabashed stalking. Having transformative abilities allowed you to operate more easily, by blending in with the crowds. One time, you even adorned yourself with a feline body, and managed to make the boy pet you! Recalling it, that sole memory was the finest in your collection.

After a week, although possibly longer, his daily routine had developed into common knowledge. With everything from his friendships to the whereabouts of both his school and home stored safely in your brain, you could commence the second half of the operation: infiltrate UA! Just imagining your precious sunshine, cheeks stained scarlet with embarrassment, the excitement within those indigo orbs failing to diminish, was eliciting screams of joy from the very bowels of your stomach.

Deciding that wasting any more time would sloppy, you worked early into the morning, setting in motion your master-plan. Venturing past the famously-tight security and nearing the third year classrooms, you wondered how your beloved would react. Sure, a disguise had been required to gain access to the building, but once it was removed, Tamaki would wander willingly into your warmth. The allure of such an adoring embrace would simply be overwhelming! Every nerve trembled with anticipation, as you fantasied about all your possible interactions. You certainly couldn't allow this perfect opportunity to slip like sand through an hourglass. Each minute had to count, in one way or another. The crimson splotches veiling 'your' (s/c) skin, coupled with the excitable shaking of your head (clearly, your imaginings had transitioned from cute, puppy-love type situations, into something much more mature). The ghosting of many uncomfortable gazes on your person burned holes, yet no sense of humiliation or regret flooded your system.

The only eyes possessing any degree of significance, were those spellbinding indigo ones! However, they appeared to be the sole set completely eluding your web. You practically raced around the school, a number of times, before realising that asking for directions might be in your best interests.

As you turned a corner, two individuals suddenly materialised. Slight shock forced your feet backwards, as your rose-tinted vision threw fireworks of confetti into the air, making it shimmer and sparkle around Tamaki. Squeezing your bottom lip between your teeth, and attempting to restrain the squeals formed from weeks of distant pining, you plastered a coy expression on to your features. You strode with well-hidden purpose, careful not to seem overly-enthusiastic. Besides, that would just scare your beloved away, right? The taller blonde noticed you first, calling a name which you had learned only hours earlier.

"Ichika! What's up?"

Batting those annoyingly-pretty eyelashes, you responded in a tender tone. "Hi...I was wondering if I could borrow Amajiki for a moment. If it isn't too much trouble!"

The addressee was beginning to quiver, yet this served to intensify the raging furnace of your heart. "Why would it be too much trouble?" The blonde questioned, gently nudging his raven-locked companion towards you. 

"I'm sure Tamaki would love to talk to you!"

"Thank you! I'll bring him back shortly..." Your last word trailed off, mirroring the tiny spark of dominion glimmering within your eyes; Tamaki belonged solely to you, so the touch of another was absolutely forbidden.

Neither party seemed to even breathe, until the animated blonde was liberated from both sight and mind. Reaching a hand out, your fingers coiling around Tamaki's wrist with an iron-embellished grip, you dragged him into the nearest private area - the women's bathroom. Ignoring the virtually-incoherent protests, you slammed Tamaki against one of the cubicle doors. The tell-tale sound of it locking deflated the ravenette's heart. Everyone here understood that he found difficulty in standing up for himself, but they at least had the decency not to become physically aggressive! Flickering those watery, indigo gems shut, and refusing to bask you in their soft glow, Tamaki braced for the worst.

The worst possible scenario, however, caressed the sides of his face with a rough warmth.

Had you honestly just licked him?

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