you stormed inside the clubroom, your aura awfully terrifying as the tamaki's friends gave way—easily letting you inside as you marched towards tamaki—who was peacefully fanning himself as he sat in another ridiculous costume

"oh hey bab—ah!" he yelps, as he's suddenly grabbed by the collar, making up jolt up from the couch as you pummeled him for flirting with his 'clients', more extra than usual