bnha scenarios

amajiki tamaki | ☁✨🎂

prompt: tamaki must get over his fears in order to prove himself to be a hero to the girl he loves.
category: fluff + special + birthday
character: hentai haven's tentacle antagonist
word count: 4881
song: anpanman by bts

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Waiting for you, Anpanman
Waiting for you, Anpanman

TAMAKI RAN A HAND through his hair, pants leaving his lips as he set his hands on his knees. Fighting that villain definitely felt nerve-wracking, but the media mob after was even scarier. "I just want to go home. . . " He mumbled to himself, his face scrunching up as he watched the crowd full of flashing cameras and microphones ran past him.

A sudden tug on his hood made him yelp, his head turning up to see his golden-haired best friend, Mirio. The blond looked down at him, beaming. "Tamaki, there you are! I got scared I lost you or something back there. By the way, you realize you still need to talk to the media about this, right?"

Tamaki shivered at the thought. Due to his outrageous anxiety, his agency had assigned Tamaki to do media interviews only when he was with other heroes. Unfortunately, his best friend, Lemillion, counted as one. "I know, but I don't want to face the media." The dark-haired male mumbled pathetically.

"Which is why I brought her! You remember Y/n, right?" Mirio's smile seemed to grow wider as he pulled his friend out of the alley, revealing one of their old classmates. Y/n smiled, shyly waving as she held up a clipboard. "Hi, Tamaki. I work as a media liaison now, so I can be your primary interviewer. I haven't contacted your agency about it yet, but I'll check." She spoke sweetly.

Tamaki swallowed harshly, growing more nervous at the sight of his high school crush. Now it makes sense as to why Mirio was smiling so cheekily. Other than Mirio, Nejire was the only one who knew about his crush; Kirishima knew too, but he didn't know enough about Y/n to out him or anything, not that the redhead would anyway.

"H-Hi," He nervously replied.

I don't have biceps or pecs
I don't have a super car like Batman
My ideal is a cool hero
But all I can give you is just Anpan
I've dreamed of becoming a hero like Superman
I jumped hard, jumping high up in the sky
I'm not afraid of bruising my knees
A delusion of my innocent childhood

Tamaki still remembered the day that he first met her or the day that he first properly interacted with her. He'd always been a bit infatuated with her; she was kind, thoughtful, and admiringly strong-willed. Her quirk was definitely something to behold: the ability to manipulate constellations. However, that's not what landed her in the hero course.

Rather, it was her wit; her incredible leadership skills that seemed to become even more vivid in team exercises. Tamaki shut his eyes, reminiscing on the day that he talked to her for the first time. 

"Working out?" Tamaki froze, instantly dropping the barbell that was sat upon his shoulders. It rolled off, hitting the mat underneath him loudly. The class had been let loose in the school's gym and allowed them to do some physical training, but it seemed like she was hellbent on building up some muscle too.

Tamaki turned red, realizing how close she was to him. Albeit, it was a few feet but he was never the type to excel at social interaction. However, he quickly realized that she filled the awkward silence with words. It didn't matter if he didn't respond or hardly responded (he did nod sometimes), she was encouraged to talk to him more.

"Ah, I don't think I'm going to be a pro-hero anyway."

He looked up at that, holding the dumbbell briefly as he stared at her. Y/n looked up, sweat sheening her skin as she gave him a smile. "Oh, so that got your attention?" Tamaki looked down again, refusing to meet her teasing grin. She laughed lightly before clarifying. "I just think I'm better with people. That, and my quirk isn't suited for this stuff."