Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

☃ Tamaki Amajiki ☃

As you snuggled your fatigued body further into that feather-soft armchair, clutching a steaming mug of hot chocolate and silently devouring the serenity of the gently-kindling fire, a sense of complete gratitude and relaxation set your veins alight. The final breaths of the year were beginning to dwindle, and the incandescent lights painted the city with colour and joviality. From your vantage point in this quaint café, everything was visible - illuminated pavements awash with last-minute buyers, carolers conversing with the spirit of Christmas, in their very highest pitches...

Festive magic seeped into your heart, to which perhaps the unyielding snow was at fault. Perfection, however, was merely a moment away, for the blinding beauty of the moon was soon to follow. That was, if your beloved had triple-checked the messages he received, ensuring he arrived at the correct café this time. A sigh escaped the cold confides of your lips, swirling the liquid of your drink. It was one of contentment, though, accompanied by a playful giggle. Tamaki wasn't the type to whom frivolous emotions such as anger and weariness were directed. That boy was simply too precious, too timid and golden-hearted to ever spark mistrust or resentment. Therefore, despite the fact that he was quite obviously running late, forgiveness was already on the tip of your tongue. You wished for his comforting presence, and the warmth which forever enticed you into his embrace.

After all, what was the month of celebration and glee, if you couldn't spend it with those whom you adored?

No sooner had this thought penetrated your mind, than a bell rang out faintly. Too exhausted and focused on the ever-burning fire, you didn't turn to the intruder - the one to whom you now owed a little shiver, and a chattering of teeth. Although, you took this in stride, deciding not to chastise your beloved for nearly submitting you to frostbite. Tamaki glided over to the opposing armchair, sitting and immediately fidgeting with his hands.

"Hi, Tama..." You trailed off, entranced by the dancing of flames in the hearth.

The addressee, noticing your fixation, smiled fondly. "Hi, (Y/n)..."

Another blissful sigh, then a sip of hot chocolate. The half-a-chocolate-bar (which you had secretly added earlier) clumped at the bottom of the mug, prompting you to guide the remainder of your drink towards it, whilst praying for a dissolution. This momentary distraction from the hypnotic pulsing of flames allowed Tamaki to safely watch, admiring how the soft glow basked your features in a spellbindingly-ethereal radiance. Not that you weren't always the epitome of gorgeous! Oh, to high heavens - his own imaginings were embarrassing and overly-rose-tinted! But...he just couldn't help it! Truth be told, you were the angel perched atop Tamaki's heart - each flutter of your velvet wings signalling another beat, beat, beat, as you showered him with stardust and planted gentle kisses along his veins.

What was he, amidst your star-infested, (e/c) eyes? A simple classmate? A mere friend? A potential love interest? A god? Certainly, you embodied all the positive qualities of a goddess, but whom would you allocate at your side? Would every whimsical dream, every random thought of you, provide insight into your future? Dreams, after all, often bleed into reality. A dream is typically an untapped desire, but could it possibly contain a deeper meaning? A meaning more earth-shattering, more real, than his wildest hopes? A crimson hue manifested on his cheeks, but he couldn't blame it on the fire.

Swallowing down his insecurities, he mumbled, "I know I was late, and I'm sorry...but...but I wanted to get something for - for you."

Breaking free from the hot chocolate's most diabolical spell, a sleepy grin settling on your lips, you softly hummed a response, drinking in his melodious voice as if it were the last sound on Earth. Your eyes betrayed your drowsiness, as they flickered open and closed intermittently. Still, you grappled the chords of Tamaki's throat, half-curious, half-enamoured. His speech was fluid, seldom severed by anxiety, and you were proud, oh so proud. Producing a small box, which he cradled with shivering hands, Tamaki shuffled a little closer to you. He deposited it in your lap, blinking and shuddering as the warmth enveloped his entire being...It wasn't simply from the raging embers, nor the sparks that flew when your fingers touched.

It was difficult to describe, but...he sensed an inviting spirit, a loving spirit. The force of these lingering ghouls sent him sprawling backwards, into his chair. Meanwhile, you picked at the bow, wondering at the significance of the item inside. It clearly couldn't wait another thirteen days, so it had to be something Tamaki would consider precious - something complimentary to you, and you alone. Before opening it, you risked a single glance towards Tamaki, but his head was lowered, hands veiling his eyes. Inside, a beautiful, jewel-encrusted ring sat upon a silk pillow. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, as your mind worked to understand the meaning behind the gift.

"Oh, Tamaki..." You started, voice cracking ever-so-slightly. "...It's gorgeous."

"Y-You like it? Thank goodness..."

Slipping it on to your finger, you venerated it in the dwindling fire-light. 

"I love it, Tama. But...surely it must have been expensive?"

"I d-don't care how much I spend on you, (Y/n)...as - as long as you're happy..." He muttered, adoring how the material symbol of his utter love and devotion fit so snugly around your finger.

A sleepy giggle echoed in his ears, only adding to the scarlet blush already tickling his cheeks. 

"This is kind of like an engagement ring, huh, Tama?"

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