#( You are very right to think Eijiro would be the one bursting in sjdsjhdffgdfg )

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⟬ meme / @tsukuharuko ⟭

[PERSON] because I can just see Kirishima ruining it at some point down the future

"I know this isn't the most fun, but I'm glad you still came."

Hero work wasn't always as glamorous as people liked to believe it was. It certainly had its moments of blood-pumping excitement, but all those thrilling fights lead to the most boring aspect of the job: paper work.

Fat Gum's office hadn't been this empty five minutes ago, but he liked that it was now just the two of them seated on the sofa, stacks of papers neatly compiled in front of them. Slogging through them, folding and slipping them into labeled envelopes, wasn't what either of them would consider a memorable date, but it was better than telling her for the fourth time that week that he was busy.

"It, uhm. . . It means a lot that you still wanna hang out and do boring stuff like this." He cleared his throat awkwardly and turned himself towards her, eyes flicking between the hands he clasped against his knees to her sweet, smiling face.

Tamaki did possess courage, no one could truly deny that. He had to if he wanted to be a hero, but it wasn't often that he used it in everyday situations. Logic helped make that a smidgen easier. Fat Gum and Red Riot had left the office to fetch drinks for everyone, which meant they had about ten minutes to themselves. Five had already passed, and he could feel each passing second thudding in his chest now that he knew there was less time for him to act.

There were others ways he could thank her for sticking around, but the idea that he could kiss her, even for a fraction of a second, wouldn't leave him alone.

Inch by inch, he pulled himself closer to Haruko. No one needed to know that this might be his first kiss, but it was painfully obvious that it might be. He was stiff and awkward in his approach, but that hardly mattered when he stopped half-way through.

"Can I——?"

"Hey, Amajiki! Fat Gum forgot his wallet, so I had to run back and — oh."

Tamaki had never moved quite so fast in his entire life. He had wedged himself into the opposite corner of the sofa, face terribly red and his whole body profusely sweating. He thought that if his heart beat any harder in his throat that he might choke on it.

Eijiro stood in the door frame, wide and curious eyes shifting between Tamaki and Haruko. "Did I come in at a bad time?"

"NO!" Tamaki scrambled to his feet, snatched the wallet sitting on the table and shoved it into the younger hero's hands. "Just — go give this to him, and tell him he needs to keep a better eye on it."

"Right, got'cha!" Eijiro dared to give his senior a playful wink. "And I totally won't tell Fat Gum you two were making out in here!"

Before the flustered sidekick could screech with embarrassment and slam the office door shut, Eijiro ducked out with a snicker. Tamaki was left there to roast in the heat of his own mortification, back turned to Haruko because he might combust on the spot if he dared to look at her.

Maybe, if he was lucky, he would.