It’s been an entire year—365 long days—since the accident that changed everything. And for every single one of those days, Tamaki has been waiting. Waiting for you.

Almost every afternoon, without fail, he visited your hospital room, sitting by your bedside as you lay there, motionless, trapped in a deep sleep. He would hold your hand, brush your hair back, and whisper to you, hoping—praying—that somehow, you could hear him. Even in your unconscious state, he thought you looked breathtaking, like something out of a fairytale. His Sleeping Beauty.

Then, one day, the phone call came. The hospital informed him that you had woken up.

Tamaki had never moved so fast in his life. He barely registered his own actions as he sprinted through the halls, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t bother knocking when he reached your room—he simply burst through the door, his breath shaky, his eyes already glassy with unshed tears.

And there you were. Awake. Looking at him. Alive.

Without hesitation, he ran straight to you, wrapping his arms around you as if he was afraid you would disappear again. His grip was desperate, his body trembling with emotion.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he buried his face in your shoulder, unwilling to let go.