★ let’s hit the chug jug hit the chug jug hit it with another tamaki drabble because i have 3 braincells and am impatient ★
tamaki realizes his butterflies are a little more serious than he previously thought
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The source of comfort was her, he realized when he put the phone down. He’d talked to her for hours about his insecurities, cried a couple times while typing. However, her responses always felt just right, tweaking his heart in the most vulnerable way. Tamaki could never argue against her points, she had a knack for convincing him he was brave. That he was courageous. That his potential was immense.
This revelation of just how important she was to him gave surface to other feelings he’d tried so hard to stamp out. Like an unruly, tenacious flame, a fluttering of his heart made itself known to him the moment they’d see each other.
He pulls the covers to his nose, wondering just how comfortable it’d be to have her hold him through the night. Tamaki still blushes in the dark, embarrassed by his own train of thought and the lack of control he had over his smile as he stares at the message she’d sent.
goodnight, sleep well: ur a rly soft boy, u know?
He types back a response, trying a couple times before settling on a quick ‘gn :)’ hoping it conveyed the utter sense of happiness he felt. He wishes he wasn’t so dramatic over a quick text, but her praise of him throughout their entire hours long conversation had turned him into soft putty.
And he was set on making sure she’d never know.
a crush
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