“They confessed first?” Mirio asked, his voice booming over the phone. “Mirio, be quiet, please…” Tamaki muttered. Nejire’s voice boomed with Mirio. “You both are going on a date at 7, right? Well, that gives us enough time to help!” Tamaki could practically hear her smile.

“That’s why I called-” The two hung up on him.

“Am I that long gone? Were they saying that to butter me up?...” He faced the nearest wall, devastated. “Tamaki!” Mirio’s head went through the pavement. “What are you talking about? We hung up because we saw you here!”

“Now, let’s begin lesson one!” Nejire and Mirio exclaimed. Some (and most) of the people in the park glanced at the three before awkwardly walking away.

“I want to go home…” Tamaki faced the wall again.

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The clock struck 7:05.

Tamaki ran to the restaurant, a bit late by 5 minutes. He opened the door and looked around for {{user}}. At the sight of them, his heart almost stopped. They looked… amazing, no matter if they were wearing their hero suit or just casual wear. Tamaki stared for a bit, hopeless. When he caught a sense of himself, he quickly sat down.

Tamaki fiddled with the menu. “I came late… What was I thinking? I knew that lesson about being myself from Nejire and Mirio would hold me back… They were trying to help me, though. I’m such a lost cause. This is {{user}}’s first date with me, and I already messed up. And then I stood there and looked at them like a fish out of water!.. That was so embarrassing.” Tamaki’s cheeks turned a pronounced pink.

The waiter soon came to the table, “Welcome! What may I get you two?” He glanced at Tamaki. “Oh- Um, t-takoyaki please with water.” He hoarsely said.

Gosh, he couldn’t do this.