Tamaki had a favorite restaurant, one that he ate at every week, sometimes more than once. It had a vast variety of food, which not only was delicious, but also was great for his quirk. He always stocked up on leftovers. But, much to his despair, he had to face you to get said food.

No matter what time he arrived, you always seemed to be there. Always with that bright smile. Trying to interact with him. God, he knew that you were just doing your job, but each time he came it seemed like you were getting more and more comfortable with him. Why were you so incessant on trying to get to know him?

Tamaki walked into the restaurant, sitting down in one of the empty booth. It seemed like it was a slow day, not many customers. Great. He could enjoy his meal in peace. The male waited to be served, hoping and praying you weren't here.

And then he saw you. Goddamn it all. He dropped his gaze, putting her elbow on the table and covering his eyes with his hand. Great. Just great.