A/N: Final chapter, yay!
I hope you enjoyed it, let me know in the comments what you think.
C/W: Use of prescription medication, hospital procedures, mentions of death.
It was just past midday by the time Mirio had left Tamaki to facetime with his family, in the search for snacks. Of course, not without saying a quick "hello" to the Amakiji's, making sure he was on camera when he planted a big kiss on their son/brother's cheek, earning Mirio a loud wolf whistle from Tamaki's sister.
What he found instead of snacks, was Kirishima and two of his classmates, Kaminari and Bakugou, standing at the reception desk in the hospital lobby. Kirishima had four heavy looking insulated bags hanging off his arms, while Kaminari was holding a large red octopus plush toy. Bakugou was scowling at the two of them, in his hands, a simple card. The red head grinned widely when he spotted Mirio, racing over and skidding to a halt before the older hero.
"Togata! Just the person I was hoping to see!" he exclaimed loudly. Despite it being the middle of autumn, the red head was wearing a short-sleeve shirt and shorts, as well as his iconic red crocs. "The nurse said Amajiki wasn't having visitors at the moment, so do you think you could take this stuff up to him?" He asked, looking back and motioning for the other two to join him.
"That looks like quite a lot, you certainly don't make it easy for me, do you?" Mirio grinned, mentally formulating a plan to carry everything in one go. "Don't tell me this is all from you?"
Kirishima let out a sheepish chuckle, his hands unable to fidget due to being weighed down by the bags. "No, Amajiki's already given myself and Tetsu the "don't fuss over me" talk years ago. He even ended up threating us so we wouldn't forget," he replied. Mirio raised an eyebrow.
By this point, both Kaminari and Bakugou had walked over to listen in on the conversation. Kaminari tilted his head. "I'm sorry, but did you just say Amajiki, the guy who couldn't even watch us get our asses handed to us by Togata, threaten you and Tetsutetsu, and actually got you two to listen?"
Kirishima laughed nervously. "Yeah. The guy figured us out pretty quickly. Often, after quiet patrols, Amajiki shares whatever food he has left over that Fatgum had given him for that day. It's awesome! Anyway, one day on patrol, he told us out of the blue "if I get hurt and you two make a big deal over it, I'm taking away your snack privileges". Needless to say, we took that to heart."
Both Mirio and Kaminari burst out into laughter, while Bakugou turned his head and let out a snort.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. It would be unmanly of us to not follow his request, even without the threat." Kirishima adjusted the bag straps and raised the bags up slightly. "Anyway, these are from Fatgum. He said to call him if you needed more. Pretty sure it's mostly Takoyaki and dried octopus, as well as a few bento boxes. Although, he did mention something about squid and cuttlefish being in there too. I also got Amajiki's phone, fully charged thanks to Denki. It should be in the top of this bag, as well as a spare charger of mine." Kirishima tried to motion to one of the bags, but instead ended up swinging all of them.
"Man, if I ever end up in hospital, do you think I could get spoilt like that." Kaminari sighed offhandedly.
"I can help you find out, Pikachu" Bakugou growled back. Kirishima just rolled his eyes and ignored the two of them. "The plush is from Yaoyorozu, she says "hi" by the way, and the card is from Tetsu and myself. I got Midoriya and Eri to sign it too." He flashed Mirio a toothy grin before carefully handing him the bags. "How is he anyway? Yaoyorozu mentioned that he might have some arm problems. Are you okay with everything, man?"
Mirio took the plush from Kaminari and shoved it under his arm before picking up the bags. "He's good. He's awake now and sitting up. They're currently treating his arm, although it does look like he will be stuck in here for at least a few more days." Mirio gave a half-hearted chuckle. "I can't tell if he's happy about that or not. On one hand he gets to have time off work and avoid the public, but on the other he hates it when people fuss over him- Oh, thank you." He nodded at Bakugou as he placed the card on top of one of the bags.
The explosive blonde looked him over, his red eyes boring into the older hero.
"You look like shit," he drawled before stepping back, earning him a sigh from both his classmates.
"Bro."
"Kacchan, why can't you be nice for once? He's dealing with a lot."
"What? I tell it how I see it."
Mirio gave an amused laugh. "No, no, it's quite alright. Really. I haven't exactly had the best night sleep."
Bakugou stared at him before simply stating. "I saw the photos. Don't let it get to you." He turned and begun to walk towards the hospital exit, pulling a set of car keys out of his pocket. "Come on, idiots. We're going. You can visit them tomorrow, Shitty-hair."
Kirishima gave Mirio a sympathetic look. "Take care of yourself man. I'll ask Nejire if she can get Tamaki some spare clothes. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Look after Kiri's octo-bro for us, Togata!" Kaminari said with a wink. And with that they both quickly walked off after Bakugou, who Mirio could only assume was their only mode of transport.
Carefully sliding the door open and close with his foot, Mirio slipped back into Tamaki's room and set the bags down next to the door. He rummaged through them, digging out Tamaki's phone, the spare charger, and the card.
Tamaki was sitting up in his bed, holding Mirio's phone to his ear. Mirio went to place the items on the bed when something caught his eye. Tamaki's injured arm had been moved and was now resting on the overbed table. Around the cannula injection point and over most of back of his hand, the skin had become weirdly smooth and shiny, and had turned an unnatural pale colour, as if trying to imitate human skin.
Before he could dwell on what he was seeing, Tamaki's voice snapped Mirio out of his trance.
"No Nejire, I don't know, nor want to know what diseases I might have in my eyeballs right now." He gave Mirio a "help me" look.
The blonde mouthed back "doctor" as a suggestion, and Tamaki nodded.
"Yes, yep, I'll still be here tomorrow- look, I have to go, the doctor is here to, um, check on me… No, it's not because Mirio is back. Yes, I will let him know you said hello. Bye." He quickly pulled the phone away from his ear and hit the end call button.
Mirio let out a soft chuckle.
"I've never seen you hang up on someone so fast. And on Nejire of all people. Everything okay?" he asked, taking back his phone and handing him the octopus plush and card instead. He pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's temple, before sitting down in what had to be the world's most uncomfortable cushioned plastic chair.
Tamaki gave a small, half shrug with his good shoulder, while using his good hand to hold the card up and inspect it. The odd coloured patch on his left hand suddenly pulsed erratically with a colourful array of reds, browns, and purples. Mirio couldn't help but stare.
"I guess I'm just a bit overwhelmed at the moment. And tired. I told one, one, person I was using your phone, and it hasn't stopped ringing since."
As if to prove a point, Mirio's phone started to vibrate in his hand, snapping the blonde back to reality. Mirio glanced at the caller I.D before pressing the end call button. He set the phone to do not disturb.
"Thank you." Tamaki mumbled, sitting back slightly. "I couldn't bring myself to do that. I felt bad every time I went to turn your phone off." The pulsing colours on his hand had slowed down and had begun to fade back to its unusual previous colour.
Mirio bit his lip, staring down at the spot. He had a rough idea as to what was going on, but he still wanted to test his theory. Pulling himself to his feet once more, he leant over and gently cupped Tamaki's chin, turning his head to face him. "No problem, sunshine." He said brightly before giving the dark hair man a quick peck on the lips. The response was instantaneous.
A pink hue engulfed the manifest hero's cheeks and ears, while the patch of skin on his hand erupted into a mesmerising display of colour and- texture? Little bumps, too big to be goose bumps, rippled across the patch of skin.
Mirio pulled back and stared down at it in a mix of both awe and amusement. "Is that…" he began.
Following Mirio's gaze, Tamaki's eyes widened and he ducked his head. The pink flush from before now turning red. "Oh crap," he murmured. "I thought I could hide it. I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
"Kind of hard to miss, Tama" Mirio chuckled, grabbing the "bane of his existence in chair form" and moving around to the other side of the bed. He sat down and lent in to get a better look.
"This is embarrassing," Tamaki muttered before letting out a sigh. "To answer your question, yes, it's octopus skin. I can't make it go away while I'm on this medication." He nodded to the bag of fluid. "It is so uncomfortable, and I can't control it that well."
Mirio did his best to keep his smile from faltering. A side effect. Another one.
It wasn't that he didn't want Tamaki to have the best treatment available to him, it was just…
The medication being used to treat Tamaki was a part of an experimental clinical trial, testing out a heavily altered and lab-made form of a commonly found quirk enhancing drug, known on the streets as Trigger.
The altered form that was currently being slowly pumped into Tamaki's body was known as TQI-4, and was altered and designed in such a way that instead of enhancing one's quirk, it instead left it in a temporary state of constant activation (lasting as long as the drug was in one's system). The idea behind TQI-4, as it had been explained to Mirio, was to enable those who had quirks that allowed them to self-heal to do so over long periods of time, the drug only activating their quirk at a low enough level so that they wouldn't overuse their quirk; it basically left the patient's quirk on idle.
In Tamaki's case, the drug allowed him to manifest chemicals used by limb-regenerating invertebrates within his own body, allowing his body to basically heal itself at a much faster rate. Of course, that didn't mean he could grow back an arm or a leg (Mirio had already asked that question), but instead, it theoretically allow him the ability to heal from most deep tissue muscle and nerve damage that would otherwise have permanent effects.
Mirio couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around the idea of a quirk effecting drug being used on Tamaki, given his own experience with such things in the past.
And of course, there were side effects, not just the one he was witnessing.
Due to the nature of Tamaki's quirk, having it constantly activated meant that his metabolism increased sharply. While being treated in the past for much less serious injuries, the study group in charge of the trials quickly discovered that Tamaki had to eat larger servings more frequently. Not only that, but having his quirk constantly activated often left him tired, occasionally standoffish, and irritable, the latter two Mirio never thought he would see in his often outspoken boyfriend. Regardless, Tamaki did his best to keep a level head.
After all, in the end, while Tamaki took his time thinking over the offer he had received, as well as consulting both Mirio and Fatgum for their opinions, it was Tamaki's choice to join the trial, and his choice alone.
"Can I poke it?"
Tamaki gave him an incredulous look. "You are asking as if your hand isn't already an inch away from my arm."
Mirio slowly lowered his hand and stuck out his lower lip in a pout, earning him a defeated sigh from his boyfriend.
"Alright. Go ahead."
The blonde's face lit up as he reached back out and gently ran a finger back and forth across the patch of octopus skin. The spot felt oddly soft and velvety, as well as unnaturally warm. Patterns flashed and swirled across it as his finger moved.
"It feels just like your normal tentacles," Mirio concluded, pulling his hand away. Tamaki rolled his eyes.
"Wow, no kidding. You must be a genius."
"Thank you for finally recognising my genius. My boyfriend tells me that I'm more brawn than brain." He flashed Tamaki his signature Lemillion-watt smile. Tamaki let out a snort and looked away, his good hand coming up to try and muffle the laughter that threatened to come out.
There are people trying to stop him, grabbing at his arms and clothes, trying to hold him back. People are trying to talk to him, calling him, but he doesn't listen.
Mirio wants to phase through them, but his quirk doesn't activate, so instead he shakes them off the best he can. His body aches and his heavily bandaged stomach and leg scream in protest.
But he doesn't stop. He keeps moving towards the darkened room at the end of the hall. He crosses the room's threshold and the people disappear. The room is dark. The room is quiet.
It is just him, an empty hospital bed, and a silent flat-lining heart monitor. He was told to smile, but how could he. He was always too late to save him.
He felt small, the room's walls contorting and growing around him, engulfing him in darkness as the scene shifts.
Suddenly, Mirio's vision turns a dark eerie blue, and he is back at the aquarium, sitting on the ground in a couple of inches of dark water, surrounded by cracked cylindrical fish tanks. Water was seeping out of the cracks causing them to slowly grow in size.
Before Mirio, there is a figure laying on their back, their eyes stare up at the ceiling, glazed and lifeless. There is red leeching out into the water around them, made visible by the white backdrop the figure's cloak provides.
Mirio tries to speak, but his mouth won't move. He tries to move but his arms say limp at his sides.
The figure begins to sink into the dark waters. The cracks on the tanks around them grow larger.
He wants to help. He wants to reach forward and pull the figure out.
His body still refuses to move, and the figure sinks further until they disappear under the water.
The cracks continue to grow until suddenly all the tanks give out at once, sending a tidal wave of water surging towards Mirio.
Mirio awoke abruptly, his heart pounding so hard in his chest that he was sure it was audible. The hand that was gently running their fingers through his hair paused mid-stroke, before pulling back. Mirio took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down his racing heart, before slowly lifting his head and looking around. He was still sitting in "the chair from hell", although, at some point during his nap, he had slumped over and fallen asleep half on Tamaki's bed. All but the ensuite lights had been turned off, leaving the room with just enough light to be able to make out objects with relative ease. On the bed in front of Mirio, Tamaki was sitting up, his face lit up by his phone that was propped up by empty Takoyaki boxes on his overbed table. His left arm was resting snuggly across his chest in its sling.
Mirio sat up quickly and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?" he yawned.
Tamaki, who was currently watching him, his expression with concern, reached over and paused the video that was playing on his phone. "It's about 7:30 in the evening. I already asked if you could stay the night and they said yes. They even wheeled that in so you might be a bit more comfortable." He nodded to something behind Mirio. "Well, that's, um, if you want to stay."
Mirio looked back to see a well-worn recliner that had a thin blanket thrown across it. "Wow, I must have been tired to sleep through all that." He chuckled and looked back at Tamaki, grinning. "Well, I'm not going anywhere for the time being."
Tamaki made a sound of agreement and nodded slightly, still watching Mirio carefully. He opened his mouth to say something, but Mirio's stomach interrupted with a loud grumble.
"Whoops, I guess I should go and find myself some dinner?" Mirio laughed sheepishly, flashing Tamaki another grin.
The manifest hero looked taken aback for a moment, before sitting back and reaching down beside the bed, his movements slow and cautious. He pulled up one of the insulated bags Kirishima gave Mirio, now seemingly a lot less full, and set it down on the bed. "Fat already thought about that. This is for you." He reached into the back and pulled out a bright yellow bento box with the Fatgum agency symbol in white on the lid.
Mirio took the box. There was a post-it note stuck on the lid that read: "To the great Lemillion, I know you probably haven't left my little Suneater's side, so this is the least I can do to say thank you." Beside the writing there was a drawing of a cartoonish version of the BMI hero's grinning face. Mirio chuckled and he went to open the box, only to find himself pausing.
He stared down at the note. Fatgum, ever the happy and trusting man, knew he wouldn't leave Tamaki's side. Would the hero still be so happy and trusting of Mirio if he knew how the blonde had reacted that day. How he had done nothing to help his sidekick. How he had just sat there.
"Mirio?"
Mirio's head snapped up. His blue eyes meet Tamaki's worried ones.
"Mirio, what's wrong?"
Mirio quickly looked away and forced out a soft chuckle. "Oh, nothing! Just zoned out a bit there. Ah, I didn't realise how tired I actually am." He flashed Tamaki what he hoped was a believable grin. Tamaki didn't seem convinced in the slightest, his dark eyes carefully studying the blonde's expression in the dim light.
Seemingly having decided on what he was going to do, the dark haired man pushed his overbed table away. "Sit with me?" He said simply, and although it had been asked as a question, Mirio knew the other wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Tamaki, I shouldn't-"
Tamaki shifted to sit up straighter, only to let out a sharp hiss of pain. Mirio's eyes widened in alarm and he quickly jumped to his feet.
"Are you okay? Should you be moving around?"
Tamaki shifted again, wincing as he moved over to the far side of the bed. "I'm okay," he managed to get out through gritted teeth. "The pain medication wore off a few hours ago, and they can't give me anymore while I'm on this medication."
Mirio frowned and lent over, offering his arm to the manifest hero to use as leverage so he could adjust himself into a comfortable position. "They can't give you any pain killers or anything like that?"
Tamaki grasped his arm. "No. While it's an extremely low risk, they don't want me taking any oral medication, just in case…" he trailed off and looked at his left arm. From his position, Mirio could see that the patch of octopus skin had grown slightly and was now just starting to reach past Tamaki's wrist.
Tamaki's quirk let him manifest qualities of things that he ate, both externally and internally. And if he didn't have full control over his quirk-
Mirio was pulled out of his thoughts when the arm he had lent Tamaki was yanked forwards, causing the blonde to fall rather ungracefully across the bed and the lower half of Tamaki's lap.
Tamaki, who hadn't expected Mirio to fall so easily, let out a startled yelp as the blonde crashed into him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he stuttered, his face flushing bright red and the octopus skin flashed with colour. "I didn't mean to- oh my god!"
Mirio did his best to contain his laughter, carefully pushing himself up and off his boyfriend's lap. "No harm done, just a bit winded." He grinned as he moved himself into the gap Tamaki had left him, the bed squeaking in protest about the added weight.
"You're meant to be taking it easy Tamaki, not showing off those muscles of yours."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean too." Tamaki whined, covering his face with his good hand, causing Mirio's heart to melt. All remnants of the nightmare immediately pushed away. He slipped an arm around Tamaki's waist and gently pulled the smaller man in close. The dark haired man stiffened at first, before quickly relaxing back against the blonde, his head coming to rest on his shoulder. They stay like that for a few minutes, quietly just appreciating each other before Tamaki broke the silent.
"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" He asked, turning his head to look up at Mirio.
Mirio's mouth went dry and his chest tightened.
Tamaki was meant to be recovering, the less stress the better. After all, it wasn't about him, it was about making sure Tamaki was okay.
But there was no way he could lie to him. The dark haired man had grown up with Mirio and knew how to read him like a book, he knew all his tells (although, Tamaki never told him what they were). Tamaki watched him, still waiting for an answer.
"Yes," Mirio said eventually, giving in. It was pointless trying to lie now. He attempted to give him a weak smile. "But that's not important right now."
"Was it about me?"
Mirio's body tensed. He didn't move. Tamaki studies his face for a moment, before reaching out with his non-bound arm and taking Mirio's free hand. He rested his head back on the blonde's shoulder and waited. Tamaki knew how shaken up he had been over the death of his mentor. The manifest hero had on more than one occasion comforted Mirio in the early hours of the morning when he couldn't sleep.
For years, Tamaki had always referred to Mirio as his sun, shining brightly and chasing away any dark clouds. Mirio in return, would tell the dark haired man that he outshone even the sun. That he was the moon and the stars, only like, a million times brighter.
But the truth was, Tamaki was even more than that to Mirio. He was the moon, the stars, and the earth itself. He was a grounding force that not even Mirio's own permeation could phase through. He kept Mirio steady no matter what problem was thrown at him.
Mirio took a shaky breath. He begun to recount the nightmare. He could always just leave the last part of his nightmare out. Tamaki would be none the wiser. Yet, he couldn't seem to stop the words from coming out, and he continued the story. Precariously balanced tears begun to spill over and create tracks down his cheeks. His lips and voice trembled as the words continued to pour from his mouth.
Tamaki stayed quiet, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of Mirio's hand.
When Mirio finished, Tamaki still didn't say anything. Instead, he let go of the blonde's hand. Sitting up, he shifted onto his side before laying back against Mirio's chest, his right arm hooked around Mirio's back while his head was now nestled in the crook of his neck.
"If I could," the dark haired man mumbled into his neck, attempting to press himself closer, the hand on his back clinging to his shirt, "I would manifest an octopus tentacle to be able to give you an actual hug." His voice sounded shaky. "But I don't think I would be able to put it away."
Mirio let out a choked laugh, which sounded more like a sob, and carefully wrapped his scarred arms around the other's smaller frame, hugging him tightly to his chest.
"I couldn't do anything to help the first time. And when I finally did get the chance, I didn't do anything," Mirio sobbed brokenly. "I was too late with Sir, and then when we found you, and found out you were alive- I should have done something! I knew what I had to do, but… but I just sat there like an idiot. If… If it weren't for the interns…" Mirio hiccupped.
"Mirio," Tamaki murmured so softly he may not have heard him had they not been pressed up together. Long nimble fingers rubbed small circles into his back as the dark haired man pulled his head back. "Mirio, I need you to take a deep breath with me."
"I-"
"Mirio, please."
Mirio took a shaky breath, followed by another. He loosened his grip on Tamaki, letting his arms sit heavily on the dark haired man's sides. Tamaki continued to rub his back, fingers slowly easing the tension from the muscles they could reach.
"You try to take responsibility for everything and put so much pressure on yourself-"
"Tama…" Mirio's voice came out as a soft whimper.
"I know, but we are focusing on you, not me at the moment. You put all this pressure on yourself, and yet you seem to forget you're still very new to this. Both of us are still very knew to this." Tamaki lifted his head and pressed a kiss to Mirio's jaw. "And at the end of the day, everyone handles stress differently. Yaoyorozu filled me in on what happened after I got out. It's okay-"
"No, it's not!" Mirio blurted out. "I have been trained for this. I've had to preform first aid on civilians, I've seen you wounded in the line of fire before, I've dealt with villains who could kill me with a single touch- I've even jumped in front of a bullet. I never once hesitated or froze up, so why did that happen yesterday?"
"How you handle different stressful situation will differ from situation to situation, as well as how I would handle it, or how Midoriya would. And that's okay. That's something we all have to learn to deal with, and that doesn't make you any less of a hero." He said softly, causing a fresh wave of tears to roll down Mirio's cheeks.
"How do you handle it?"
"Not very well."
"Tamaki, I'm being serious," Mirio sniffled, a small smile toyed at the corner of his mouth. "Two years ago, back on that raid. How did you deal with finding me?"
Tamaki blinked at him in surprise, before looking down. "I just did." He replied, chewing on his lip as he thought. "This is going to sound stupid and cheesy, so no laughing," he mumbled looking up at Mirio.
Mirio wiped his eyes. "I would never."
Tamaki looked away again and continued. "When I woke up, my first thought was "something is wrong with Mirio". I didn't know what, only that I had to find you." His ear tips and cheeks flushed with colour.
"I don't know how long I was walking around for, but when I found you, bloody and unconscious, I just felt relieved. I had begun to move you when some of the police from outside showed up. They offered to help carry you, but I wouldn't let them.
I was still in "hero mode", I guess, and was just focused on getting you outside. We found Eraserhead on the way out, and I ended up having to save his life while still carrying you."
"You know," Mirio interjected, "It's moments like that, that remind me of how much of a badass you are."
The dark haired man whined softly and gave him a light shove. "Mirio, don't just say things like that."
"Why not? What you did was badass. Did you at least say a cool catch phrase?"
Tamaki paused, then mumbled "I think I told him I knew who he was and what his quirk was… And then the police yelled that he was under arrest."
"We'll work on that."
Tamaki let out a grumble, "Now look who's the one not being serious."
Mirio pressed a kiss to Tamaki's temple and mumbled an apology. The manifest hero continued,
"Once it was done and the fighting was over, I think that's when it actually hit me. After they took you away, they gave me a shot of local anaesthetic to the fractured side of my face. I didn't realise I was crying until Fatgum handed me a tissue. Apparently, I had just sat down while waiting to get treated and started crying. Thankfully, he doesn't bring that up," he muttered the last part. Mirio watched as Tamaki continued to chew on his lip while thinking about what to say next.
"Everyone goes on about how heroes are meant to act without hesitating, but that's not true- Oh, um, I think there are some napkins in that bag if you need to blow your nose."
Mirio shook his head and sniffled loudly. "I'm good," he replied, much to Tamaki's look of disgust. He wiped his eyes again, they felt raw and puffy. He felt drained.
"Feeling a bit better?" Tamaki asked tentatively. Mirio gave him a small nod and hugged him close once again.
"Yeah, thank you Tama. You're actually pretty good at this."
Tamaki let out a soft chuckle. "I learn from the best. Now, that was about the limit of my comforting abilities for the night, can we get back to me being the anxious one and not you?"
Mirio gave him a small grin. "Of course." He leant down and gave the dark haired man a soft, yet slightly wet, kiss. When he pulled back, Tamaki let out a sigh.
"But, if you do need to talk, I am here."
"I know."
"Do you remember much from yesterday?" Mirio asked his boyfriend. They had been lying on the bed, simply enjoying each other's company well into the night. The nurses that came in to check on Tamaki had given them odd looks at first, but never asked the blonde to move.
"I remember everything up until I was dropped into the tank," Tamaki mumbled from his spot against Mirio's chest. "Then, things get a bit fuzzy. I think I remember seeing you and Midoriya walk in, or at least blobs of colour that might have been you." He paused and narrowed his eyes in thought. "I think I hallucinated for a bit."
Mirio winced, "That sounds awful."
"It does, doesn't it. But honestly, I just felt so calm. Right up until I realised I had to get out. After that, I don't remember anything." Tamaki shifted so that his head could rest comfortably against Mirio's chest. "Are you going to stay up here for a bit longer?"
"Well I am pretty comfortable, and my adorable boyfriend is currently cuddling me, so yes. Did you want me to get up so you can try and get some sleep?"
Tamaki's cheeks flushed and he attempted to hide his face against Mirio's side. "I want you to stay up here," came his muffled response. His body tensed and shuddered as he let out a yawn. "You know, you still haven't asked me for my review."
Mirio frown and tilted his head. "What review?"
"My review on what it would be like to be a fish." He said simply. "2 out of 10 stars. It's cool at first, but after that it sucks."