꧁" Aki, take off your shirt."
" W-w-what?"
" You heard me. Strip."꧂
[Before you read this, do note that It's an X reader. BUT! I actually gave you a first name.
in short I don't know if this can be called an X reader any...
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You neatly folded his blanket and arranged his pillows before settling on the edge of his bed, idly scrolling through your phone as you waited.
After a while, Tamaki emerged from the bathroom, now dressed in his U.A. uniform. Today, he had to report to the principal's office before heading back to his agency.
Being in their third year, academics had taken a backseat to more pressing responsibilities—hero work, internships, and serving as sidekicks to pro-heroes.
Noticing his return, you uncrossed your legs and slipped your phone back into your pocket.
Tamaki's gaze lingered on you, and as you tilted your head slightly, your shirt shifted just enough to reveal the faint bite marks scattered across your collarbone. His face instantly flushed, and he averted his eyes, feeling both guilty and captivated by the sight.
Good thing most of the marks were hidden beneath your shirt. But the bite on your neck? That was a different story. The fresh, bright red mark stood out starkly against your skin. Your hair offered some coverage, but with every slight movement, it swayed and revealed the evidence of last night.
"It's showing..." Tamaki murmured, his long fingers gently tracing over the bite mark he had left behind.
You offered him a playful smile. "Oh well, I don't want to wear a scarf—it's scorching hot outside. And I don't have any concealer to cover it up,' you said with a teasing lilt. "Not that I'd want to, anyway. You worked hard for it, after all."
His ears and cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red, and without another word, he buried his face shyly against your neck. "S-sorry..." he mumbled against your skin.
You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair. "It's fine," you reassured him. Unlike you, he didn't have long hair to hide any potential marks—so you had been careful not to leave any behind.
But you purposely left several bite marks on his chest though. You squinted your eyes when you saw a small red spot on the other side of his neck. On second thought, you did leave him a mark.
But it was small and it looks like he just scratches it. It can be considered as a mosquito bite.
"Bunny..."
"Hm?"
"I... I've brushed my teeth..." Tamaki mumbled, his gaze fixed on the floor as his fingers shyly tugged at your shirt. Kawaii.
