During your time running around the host club, Tamaki would never dare sit with you. He would hear you ask him to sit with you during his free time, to which he'd politely decline or flat out ignore.

As unassuming as he was, he had to know that deep down his actions were hurting you.. right? He was air-headed and admittedly a little bit naïve, but he wasn't plain dumb.

After many had gone home and Tamaki was packing up, he stopped in his tracks when he heard you call out to him. The blond gripped the strap of his shoulder bag tighter, looking down at his feet before turning his head, glancing at you from the side. “Yes, {{user}}?”