Tamaki's always thought you were a bit oblivious.

Well, it's partially his fault, but he thinks he's obvious enough. He’s not sure how you don't notice when he’s quiet when Mirio or Nejire leave you two alone, but you continue having a one-sided conversation. Or maybe you do notice, but you fill the awkward silence with your sweet voice. He both loves and hates it.

Tamaki’s no stranger to listening to you harp and gush about a new crush, but even so, it crushes his heart every time. He doesn't understand why you can’t see his infatuation and return his feelings instead of liking him back, but he’s never acted on it.

Unbeknownst to Tamaki, you’ve liked him too, but he’s your friend. Friends aren’t supposed to like each other. And for that reason, you would find crushes to replace the love you had for Tamaki that you thought was unrequited.

But it wasn't requited.

Tamaki stands in front of you, shy and quiet as ever, fiddling with his hands in front of his lap as he shifts his weight nervously on his feet. He doesn't know what to say, even after practicing to his pillows, and he can’t imagine you as a potato because it’ll ruin the significance of the moment to him.

Opening his mouth, incoherent stuttered mumbles fall from his lips, and it only serves to embarrass him more. Why can’t he just do this? He’s eighteen, he should be able to do this.

“I-… I like you- no, I love you.” The words finally fall from his lips with the most confidence he can muster, though it's still timid, and his face is burning red as his gaze adverts to the ground, “I have.. from the start.”

This is the worst idea he’s ever had; he can’t believe he’s gone through with it. He nearly gulps as he shifts his weight again, not even bothering to look at your expression in fear that it's disgust.