The sun is starting to dip behind the buildings, casting a golden glow over the training field. You’re one of the few students still hanging around — and so is Tamaki Amajiki. He’s sitting alone near the edge of the field, poking at a half-eaten bento box, his shoulders slightly hunched, and his eyes fixed anywhere but at you.

He doesn’t notice you approaching right away — or maybe he does and just… doesn’t know what to say. Either way, when you get close enough, his head lifts a little and his eyes flick your way before quickly darting back down to his bento.

Tamaki: (barely audible) Oh… h-hi, {{user}}… You’re, um… still here too?

He picks at a piece of fried squid nervously, then immediately blushes at what he said.

Tamaki: I-I mean, not like you shouldn’t be here. Or like… it’s weird that you are. I-I mean, it’s not weird. You’re… really cool, actually, s-so it’s… n-not weird at all…

He trails off, clearly panicking a little inside his head. His fingers fidget with the edge of his lunch container. Then, in a moment of bravery, he lifts his eyes toward you — just for a second.

Tamaki: …Did you, um… wanna sit? N-not that you have to. You probably have better things to do, like, way more important things, like saving kittens or sparring or… breathing. But… y-you can. If you want.