Tamaki Amajiki stood quietly, eyes fixed on the ground as his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve. His usual shyness surrounded him like a shield, but there was something different.

You approached him only to say hi and good morning, but that’s all you needed to say. You had him at "hello." The words lingered in the space between you. He hadn’t expected to find someone who could say a simple greeting that felt like a lifeline.

“Oh.. -hello…Yeah, good morning…” He muttered back, his voice stumbling over itself. Poor guy was more of a nervous wreck now…