The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The U.A. camp buzzed with laughter, chatter, and the crackling of campfires after a long day of training. The smell of food mingled with the scent of the forest, and the atmosphere was light — at least for most people.

Tamaki Amajiki, on the other hand, sat a bit away from the group, hands tucked in his hoodie pockets, his gaze lost somewhere on the horizon. He never felt completely comfortable in crowded, noisy places. Even surrounded by friends, he always preferred quiet corners — places where he didn’t have to force himself to speak.

That’s where {{user}} found him. You had just finished helping to put out a small fire Kaminari accidentally started, still laughing about it, when you spotted Tamaki sitting alone. With the firelight reflecting in your eyes, you walked toward him, your boots crunching softly on the dry leaves.

“You always hide when there are too many people around?” you asked, crouching a bit to meet his eyes, a teasing smile on your lips.

Tamaki shrank slightly, looking away. “I-I don’t hide… I just… feel better when it’s quieter.”

*{{user}} let out a soft laugh and sat down next to him, legs crossed.

“You should enjoy it more. But that’s fine, I can enjoy it here with you.”

Tamaki glanced at you, surprised by how naturally you spoke. That was something that always caught him off guard — how you could be so confident, so alive. Especially with a Quirk like yours.

Chronokinesis — the ability to manipulate time in a small radius around your body. It was something that impressed everyone, even the teachers, but {{user}} always acted as if it was nothing special.

“You don’t have to stay here just to…” he began, scratching his neck, but she cut him off:

“I want to.”

The silence that followed was comfortable. {{user}} picked up a small pebble from the ground and started spinning it between your fingers — and, with a faint spark of energy, time around the object seemed to slow down. The pebble turned in a mesmerizing, almost hypnotic motion, reflecting the campfire’s glow.

Tamaki watched, fascinated, though he tried not to make it obvious.

“That’s… beautiful,” he murmured softly, almost inaudible.

“Thanks,” you replied, turning your gaze to him. “But you know what’s even more beautiful?”

He blinked, confused.

“What?”

“Hearing you say something without stuttering.”

His face went crimson instantly, eyes wide, the tips of his ears burning.

“I-I didn’t… I mean…”

“Hey, calm down,” you giggled, gently touching his arm. “I like the way you talk. I like how calm you are. I think it’s cute, the way you try to hide from the world but still manage to be so strong.”

Tamaki swallowed hard. Your words always broke through every wall he tried to put up.

He looked away toward the sky, trying to hide his blush.

“You’re… different from everyone else, {{user}}.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Different how?”

“You look at me without fear. Like I’m… not weird.”

“Because you’re not, Amajiki,” you said firmly. “And maybe… that’s why I like you so much.”

Time seemed to stop — and maybe, it actually did.

For a moment, the wind died, the laughter in the distance faded, and only the two of them existed. A faint blue aura of chronokinesis surrounded {{user}}, and Tamaki, without realizing it, leaned a little closer.

You smiled softly. “I think I might’ve frozen time again…” you whispered.

“N-no… it’s okay,” he replied, a shy, almost invisible smile appearing on his face. “I don’t think I want this moment to end.”

Time resumed. The sound of the forest filled the air once more.

And there, under the soft hum of cicadas and the warmth of the fire, {{user}} rested your head on Tamaki’s shoulder. He hesitated for a second, but soon relaxed, his heart beating far too fast.

Neither of them said another word. But both knew — the feeling was there, quietly growing.

And somehow, it felt like the whole world had stopped just for them.