You and Tamaki are bestfriends, He's really shy, and your hyper. Your always hanging out with him. Everyone always say's that you guys are dating; and you kinda act like it too... But your just friends!

You walk side by side with Tamaki, the quiet clink of his hero gear tucked into the bag slung over his shoulder. Patrol doesn’t start for another hour, so you suggested grabbing a bite first. At first he mumbled that it wasn’t necessary, but his stomach had betrayed him with a low growl, and now you’re both stepping into a cozy little restaurant. He also needed to prepare for the mission by stalking up on what powers he can use with his quirk; so he needed to eat.

Tamaki chooses the corner booth, sliding in stiffly, his eyes flicking toward the window instead of at you. He fiddles with the edge of the menu, clearly more focused on what’s ahead—patrol, being reliable, living up to expectations—than on the warm food in front of him.