A/N: Hey if ya don't know, this is a story I made for a collab i did with a few other writers called the UA Quarantine Collection, with the project ending we were all allowed to post the chapters we submitted! So enjoy, I want to get more TamaJirou content out there!
Trapped With My Rockin Ex
Sometimes life never goes the way you're expecting.
That was the tough lesson that Amajiki Tamaki had to learn throughout his life. Sometimes, no matter how many right decisions you make or how hard you work, unfortunate things will happen. A stroke of bad luck, no one is safe from the devil's paintbrush.
But just because you can't control what life throws at you, that doesn't mean you're unable to fight against it. There's many ways to prepare yourself for at least a couple of things life will throw at you, usually through methods of prevention rather than solving the issue. Some problems can't be solved so it's more reasonable to stop it from happening to begin with, examples being chronic diseases, bad grades, and poorly planned trips. All problems that with the proper precautionary steps can always be prevented.
So what were the precautionary steps Tamaki could've taken to prevent being stuck in a house with his girlfriend Jirou, that he just recently made his ex-girlfriend, who is sitting on the same couch as him right now as they awkwardly watch TV together.
Tamaki was always careful in life and despite his low self esteem he's actually intelligent; why the hell is he in this situation!?
When he woke up this morning this was not the way he expected his day to go, he was expecting to have a solem lonely day where he sulked all day alone while regretting his recent life decisions. Not this awkward scene that seems like it was taken straight out of a movie or some mediocre teen drama show.
How the hell did he get here!?
Trying his best to keep his nerves, Tamaki slowly recounted the events that lead to this through answering smaller questions one at a time.
'Why do I feel like my heart is about to burst? Oh right, because my ex-girlfriend is sitting right next to me!' she wasn't really that close, but to someone with as much anxiety as Tamaki she might as well be on top of him!
'Ok, that was easy,' he thought, now he needs to work his way bit by bit to answer the real question.
Question: How the hell did he get in this situation!?
Why is he trapped inside his own home? Why does he have an ex-girlfriend? Why is his ex-girlfriend there with him?
Why is he trapped inside?
'Because there's a fucking pandemic going on outside, something called the QID-XY virus is spreading like wildfire throughout the country and I needs to self-isolate myself for my own protection as well as others by staying indoors where its safe. For someone like me, that sounds like being rewarded for being an introvert!'
What does this virus do?
'From what I remember Symptoms of this virus include severe fever, nausea, tiredness, dry cough, and most dangerous of all, dysfunctional quirk triggers. Apparently this virus messes with how people trigger their quirk and now people on the street are uncontrollably firing off their quirks in excessive amounts.'
Why does this virus call for such a quarantine?
'While at face value this doesn't sound so bad, only a fool can't imagine the destruction that could happen if someone with a super powerful and destructive quirk got this virus. I remember there's some freshman Jirou told me about named Bakugo whose quirk can be summed down to making his sweat explode. If that boy unknowingly gets the virus and goes to the gym for something as small as a light workout BOOM! That entire building is blasted out of existence and god knows how many people died; all because some teen didn't skip fucking leg day!'
'There was a certain incident covered by the news involving someone with a magnetic quirk and a steel porcupine quirk showed everyone how dangerous this virus can be. After that it didn't take that long for the Government to start calling for self quarantine but mostly enforced it for the areas that were highly infected and the surrounding areas around it in an attempt to prevent the whole country from completely stopping productivity. It was a really stupid move that I warned '
Tamaki, not wanting to take any chance of him contracting it, took early precaution and socially distance himself at home for the last couple of days so when the outbreak happened in his area, he was one of the few that was well prepared.
Why is he trapped inside his own home? - ANSWERED
Who's Jirou?
'She's my girlfriend! Or at least she was my girlfriend till almost a week ago.'
How did we meet?
'We first met when I went to her freshman class as a senior to tell them how important internships were, but that was more of a group presentation, that I failed horribly in contributing, then a personal one on one interaction. It's impossible that I stood out to anyone at that moment except for being that intimidating senior who spent the entire time staring at a wall. We didn't have a proper interaction until Kirishima convinced me to go what was suppose to be a small gathering with some other student, I only agreed to go because I heard Nejire and Mirio was going to be there meaning I was guaranteed a few people I was comfortable talking to and it actually seemed to mean alot to my junior if I went. While we don't talk much, I still think Kirishima is a very promising hero if Fatgum's and my experience with him proves anything. But apparently the definition of a 'small gathering' between us were vastly different, to me that meant between 4-8 people planning to meet at one place, to Kirishima this meant the entire 1-A & 1-B class as well as a few other people from different classes.'
'I was this close to vomiting on the spot and only stayed because I didn't want to break my promise with my junior but actually enjoying myself there was impossible. Being the oldest one among all the freshmen as well as being part of the famous UA's Big Three did nothing but draw all sorts of unwanted attention to me and it only got worse when Mirio and Nejire came over to try to ease my nerves. While I truly appreciate their efforts, it seems they forgot what gets me to… well me to begin with. Having friends I've known for years with me to talk to was nice, but in a position where I wanted as little attention to me as possible in a situation where I already stand out, having one of the most beautiful and beloved third-year with the best student in the entire school by your side was not ideal.'
'Eventually it all became too much and I manage to escape that torture room without making anyone feel guilty by claiming that the loud chatter was starting to give me a headache and needed some fresh air. I was about 6 steps away from heading straight home, preparing to give everyone the excuse that my headache symptoms got worse when he stepped outside and I went home to take some medicine, but then I heard something. It sounded so angelic and familiar that I felt almost compelled to investigate what it was. It didn't take too long to find out it was actually Jirou on her phone humming to herself outside of the building. I don't know what made me go talk to her, maybe it's because her singing voice was that alluring, or I just wanted to meet the person who sang so wonderfully at the school's festival, or it was because I ended up standing there in plain view listening to her hum for so long that she eventually noticed me there and I couldn't get out of that situation without a conversation unless I wanted to added a creep factor to the general perception people had of me.'
'One thing led to another and after a few private meet-ups we started dating… till we broke up.'
Why did they break-up?
'Well that's uhh…that's personal!?'
Why does he have an ex-girlfriend? - ANSWERED!...SORTA!
Why is she there with you?
'Hey come on, just because we broke up doesn't mean we can't still be friends right?'
Why is she there with you?
'Ok fine! She was here to pick up her stuff, I offered to drop her off her stuff at her dorm myself but she was insistent on coming over, packing them, and picking them up herself. Something about me not remembering what was hers and not wanting me to mess with how she arranges her stuff. The whole thing took a few days to do and today was supposed to be her last day.'
So what happened?
'Well right as she was about to start preparing her boxes for travel, that was when an emergency news broadcast came on about the outbreak that's happening in the very area. Of course I didn't want her to risk her own health so I offered to let her stay here at least until the outbreak cooled down enough where it's safe to go outside.'
Parents?
'My parents were out of the country before the outbreak happened and will be staying where they are as a precaution, thank god their jobs can easily be done online. Kyoka's parents on the other hand was a different story, luckily they were fine with the idea, though her dad did try to intimidate him to watch his hands only to be told to stop by his wife, since it meant their daughter was safe and with someone they trusted. I can't help but think they were a bit too willing to go along with it, I mean yes this is one of the safest options but they sounded way to cheery and "Oh~ my daughter is spending a night at her boyfriend's house" then "Oh, my daughter is going to be stuck with her ex for a day"; it makes me wonder if she broke the news to them yet. But that was something I knew best to mess with, I already made enough bad decisions.'
Why are they watching TV?
'Because I can't think of anything else we can do together! What do other people do with their ex!?'
Why is he trapped inside his own home? - ANSWERED!
Why does he have an ex-girlfriend? - SORTA ANSWERED!
Why is his ex-girlfriend there with him? - ANSWERED!
How did he get in this mess?
'Oh yeah that's right, I'm in this mess because a pandemic happened right as my girlfriend came to pick up her possessions, so being the nice person I am, I let her stay here till it's over and now we're watching TV because we don't know what to do with ourselves.'
Despite getting the answer he wanted, the conclusion was unfavorable to him, but at least the audience are caught up.
The air was obviously tense, palpable, and could be cut through with a knife. Nothing was being said between the two of them, despite them being seated on the same couch the distance between them was clear as the only noise that was made in the room for hours was the electronic box in front of them.
Endlessly did Tamaki consider saying something to break the silence but each time he was smacked down with the anxiety of not knowing the right thing to say.
'Why does talking to girls have to be so hard!? I don't know what to say and I can't tell if she's mad or not? Oh who am I kidding, of course she's mad at me, we just broke up because of me. She wouldn't want to talk to me now! Anything I say will probably just piss her off even more.'
Every so often Tamaki with his uncertain face would glanced over to her to see what she was doing and each time she was doing the same thing, leaning her head against her hand while she watched TV. If someone walked in on them now they would think he was being kept here against his will by his female captor.
'I just wished I knew what she was thinking, curse my inability to…...well curse my inabilities,' He always hated it when he fell short in something, everyone always had high expectation of him since he was young and so when he thinks he can't live up to those expectations he feels as if he completely disappointed everyone. This thought only reminded him what he's going to lose once this is over, the beautiful person he's been staring at for the last couple of hours, Jirou.
He can stare at her petite slender body all day long, he doesn't know why she always downplay her appearance when to him she's perfectly fine. He never truly cared about appearances except his own, if he did then he would not have chosen to intern at an agency whose main hero looks like a giant lemon with legs.
What he really enjoyed was her presence, beyond all his pessimistic thought, she was one of the few people he never had a negative thought of. Instead he always felt some kind of warmth inside of him whenever he's around her, he was going to miss all the times they spent with one another. Everytime Jirou made up an excuse whenever she suddenly hugged him or rested her back against his chest, he loved smelling the violet scented shampoo off her hair. He'll never get to feel her fair smoothed skin again, she always had to coach him through it whenever they did because of his dubious hand were too inexperienced, but words couldn't describe the tinder sensation he got touching her delicate curves; it was a pleasure only matched by sex, eating ice cream on a hot summer day, and the first 10 seconds of chewing bubblegum. He's really going to miss having her around.
But he knew it was better this way, for now all he can do is savor the remaining time he has to see her.
Maybe he looked at her for too long because Jirou's uninterested eyes quickly shot in his direction, the swift action stunned him giving her time to turn her head and catch him red handed staring at her. She narrowed her eyes giving him quite a cold stare as she asked, "What?"
There was no anger in her voice, but the tone she spoke in felt like she was preemptively spitting out poison, like a lizard warning a predator not to cross the wrong line or else there will be hell to pay.
'If she ever finds out I compared her to a reptile, she might actually show me hell." Tamaki told himself as he ransacked his brain for a response, 'I need something to tell her."
There with his back against the wall, he had a moment of brilliance, "I wanted to change the channel, can you pass over the remote."
This was why he was so easily captivated by her presence, the show they were watching was one he had no interest in, it was something Jirou usually watched when they were together; usually she'll be in her lap so he can mess with her hair and other stuff while she watched. Without that teddy bear element to keep him entertained he was completely bored and lost on what to do, his muscle memory must've automatically searched for something similar to that to get attached to, in this case staring at the woman he usually petted when they watch this show; man he wanted to pick her up and cuddle his face into the back of her neck right now!
"Whatever, take it."
His 'request' seemed to not push any of Jirou's buttons as she didn't give him any trouble passing the remote, she had a lot of her usual attitude, but she didn't throw the remote at him or bash it over his head. To him that was an absolute win!
The only thing that dampered his relief was how Jirou got up right after, sparing him only a quick aloof stare and saying, "I'm starved, you mind if I use your kitchen?"
His eyes widened in fear as a small chill ran throughout his spine, Jirou was a nasty chef. That's not to say her cooking wasn't bad, when she made something she knew, his discomfort is triggered by how it looked like a hurricane hit every kitchen she cooks in! He was and still is supportive of Jirou's efforts to become good at cooking, even though it's going to be awkward now since she originally did it to be a better girlfriend for him, the ending result of the kitchen, most of the time it ended up being his kitchen she cooked in, being left in an absolute mess wasn't ideal. Especially since he always had to clean up after, Jirou would always tell him that she'll do it by herself since it was her fault but Tamaki would feel too guilty if he did that to her.
Before he could avoid this conflict by insisting that he should cook, which was easy since he was use to cooking because it would be more beneficial to his quirk if he can cook a wide-variety of food by himself, without that pretense of him just being a nice considerate boyfriend he wasn't sure if he'll accept it.
'If I offer to cook would she accept it? Probably not, but since this is my house and I'm no longer oblique to let her freely use my kitchen, I'll just make something and she'll be forced to eat it or nothing at all…. No that's a bit cruel to do to someone even if they're an Ex. I'm the one who suggested she stay here in the place first, it'll seem pretty manipulative if I offer her to stay only to then become very controlling when she's no longer in the condition to leave.' Tamaki thought to himself. Truly he didn't mind if Jirou cooked for herself, the issue comes from the aftereffect, she literally gets it everywhere; it's quite impressive!
"Go ahead," He finally replies, watching as she quietly turns away and leaves for the kitchen.
'I'll let her cook but will wait till she looks like she's struggling before stepping in and helping out. It'll both give me a way not to seem controlling and allow me to minimize the damage,' Was the internal conclusion Tamaki came to, after waiting 15 minutes he got up and stealthily tiptoed over toward the kitchen, 'Jirou should've started by now, it doesn't take long into the cooking process before she starts having trouble. I remember when she tried making fried rice for the first time, it literally took her a minute to set things on fire. I don't even know how it even happened. I just walked in on it!'
It was a simple plan.
A plan that was already wasn't working when he peeked into the kitchen only to discover that Jirou hadn't even started yet; she was on her phone!?
'What's she doing!? Alarming every person on social media that she's going to cook something with #ChefLife? How long does it take to look up a recipe? I don't even have that much food in stock for something fancy… Wait is that why it's taking her this long? We're in lockdown, this is no time to be picky!'
Tamaki's thoughts were quickly interrupted as Jirou's head turned to his direction, his pointy ears perked up but he was prepared this time, quickly ducking out of sight. Did he make too much noise?
He turned his body flat against the wall before quietly leaning out to take another peak, revealing as little of his body as possible.
Jirou seemed to have gone back to cooking, but this time she wasn't on her phone.
'I'm safe!' Tamaki internally cheered to himself, he didn't mess up spying on his ex… that sounded pretty creepy out of context and he acknowledged that, but for now he needs to focus on finding the right moment, 'All I have to do is wait and- why is she taking off her shirt?'
That wasn't an overstatement either, Jirou really was taking off her shirt! She lifted her favorite yellow Deep Dope shirt off her slim body and over her head showing off her fabulous designed purple/black bra, Tamaki wanted to remember which shop he went to with her to get that specific brand but his eyes were more focus on something more important, specifically observing the very dynamic and expressive body movement she was doing sliding the shirt off over her head. He felt a bit naughty watching her like this but that didn't mean he was going to stop!
'I'm just making sure nothing burns, if that didn't have a highly good chance of happening then I wouldn't be doing this I promise,' Tamaki desperately justified to himself, not realizing how bad it looked that he needed to rationalize keeping a eye on someone in his own kitchen, if that didn't spell ulterior motive then nothing did.
That slight feeling of guilt didn't last, not long after setting down her shirt on the kitchen counter did the long earlobe girl unbutton her shorts and began pulling them down. Her hips shook quite provocatively before she finally removed the clothing, revealing the undergarment that went with the bra; of course she took the moment to realign her pantyline with her finger to make sure everything fit correctly along her curvy bottom.
At this point Tamaki wondered whether he was watching someone preparing to cook or get in front of a webcam, he much preferred it be the former then later out of resentment reasons. The worst part is how that question was an actual concern and it wasn't quelled when Jirou put on the apron she brought him, she looked too sexy to just be cooking and for some reason Tamaki had an urge to give her $20.
After that little show everything else seemed pretty normal, casually Jirou went around the kitchen collecting ingredients and tools to cook with.
Until-
"Ugh! Where's the vegetable oil?" Scoffed Jirou, reaching up to open one of the kitchen's upper covers, she was too short to see into the cover but was barely tall enough for her hand to extend in to search for her desired oil. Obtaining seemed to be difficult to her, forcing her to get on her tip-toes to get a wider reach.
Miraculously she was being more bold despite how little she was dressed, she didn't even mind swaying her luscious waist as she hummed to herself, not knowing she was showing off her near bear ass to a now red faced teen; this was basically witnessing one of his wet dreams becoming reality.
Seeing her swinging bottom go side to side appeared to be putting the pointy eared teen in a hypnotic state.
Nonsensical thoughts ran through his head, 'This may sound crazy but I feel like that ass is purposely baiting me! It's like waving a chew toy in front of a dog, of course you're going to want to bite into it! It's only natural that beings like certain things and when they like something they want it! We want it, we want to hold it in our hands, we want to squeeze it to make sure it's real and that we actually achieved, and we want to have it all to ourselves!'
…
Sense was finally knocked back into him when he realized what he was saying and woke up; along with a certain other part of him waking up.
Since it was obvious that only more insanity would ensue if he watched his ex cook he quickly decided to enter the kitchen instead to help, if he was busy with his hands then he can't get in trouble. Getting behind Jirou to reach into the cover he grabbed the oil with ease, it was expected that she would freak out a bit but she seemed relatively calm despite the fact that her peach behind brushed against his thighs; their great height difference was lucky for him or else she would've felt a bulking bump on her rear.
She did react giving a stern, "What are you doing?"
"Just helping out, it sounded like you were having trouble in here," Tamaki lied, telling the truth had a near certain result of earning a cancel movement on him if Jirou took it to the right people or having his face bashed in with a frying pan.
'...I should really stop seeing her as a hyper violence person.'
Pushing aside his thoughts Tamaki handed her the oil saying, "So uh, here's your cooking lubricant."
…
A small muffled snicker echoed throughout the room.
Without another word Tamaki calmly sets down the oil before appropriately exiling himself to the darkest corner of the kitchen to sulk and hoping he dies.
Unable to hold herself back any longer the punk rock teen bursted out into laughter, hunched over she almost dropped to the ground from how hard she was cackling, "COOKING LUBRICANT! DID YOU JUST SAY COOKING LUBRICANT!? HAHAHAHA, WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO? HAVE SOME FOOD PLAY!? BAHAHA, OH MY GOD THAT IS PRICELESS!" she bellowed.
Her joyish 'comment' only deepened the poor teen's desire for his life to come to a short end or at least for him to stop feeling emotions for the rest of the day; whatever comes first. Life can surprise him for all he cares!
"I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life, I regret my life," was all the emotionally scarred Tamaki mumbled to himself.
Knowing he'll be like that for quite a while Jirou carried on with her cooking, she was going to live off this joy for at least the next hour; she needed something to bring up her mood.
Nearly half an hour passed before Tamaki came out of his self-exile in the kitchen corner. Things seemed to have gone back to normal, except for of course his half naked ex-girlfriend being his kitchen cooking with an apron on, beside that the dramatic escalation of events seemed to be on halt. Scanning the current condition of the kitchen helped him discover what Jirou was cooking as well and it surprised him.
Snarky as ever, Jirou wasted no time speaking as soon as she noticed him, "Oh you're back, only 20 or so minutes for a slip up like that. You're getting better."
"Uh...yeah I guess. I see you're getting better at making fried rice." He awkwardly mumbled pointing at the frying pan, he never expected her to currently be making his favorite food. How she knew it was his favorite goes back to a date they had when she asked him why he's always eating rice and he answered that since the effectiveness of his quirk relays off of the different variety of animals he eats, he needed some diet to compliment that but doing so will be quite expensive and time consuming. So instead he chose rice as his main dish to eat because of how flexible the recipes for it can be, from there rice, specifically the fried rice variant, became his new favorite food. Before that his favorite food was onions rings and oranges. Quite ironically considering both his regular name and hero name.
The smell began filling the room and his craving for the dish grew but he felt a bit guilty for asking. This was something she was obviously making for herself.
Was that the reason she decided to make this specific dish?
"Yup… you'll probably want some too right?" Jirou asked while her focus stayed on the pan.
"!...Y-yeah, sorry for the trouble."
"Whatever, I guessed you might've asked so I chopped up a bunch of crap in advance I know you like."
'I'm sorry what!?' Tamaki thought to himself, he looked on the table and saw all the different vegetables and meat she cut up just for the rice. It was both strange and heart-warming, he loved putting a endless of condiments in his rice but Jirou always complained about the overly mix of flavour and would pick out the things she didn't like and give it to him, yet here she is right now willing to go through that again even though she doesn't have it.
Just like many other meals they shared together, this one is going to have a familiar comforting feel to it, one he'll deeply miss.
But this moment of her being here, despite them not being together, still being able to have altercations like they use it-
It made him think, maybe he doesn't have to completely lose all of this.
"Thank you,"
"It's really nothing, I've made something like this at least 100 times...and yeah I know I failed at most of them don't bring it up!"
"I wasn't, that was all you."
"Ug- a- S-shut up! I just-..." the rest of her sentence was lost to her blushing mumble.
"Ok… hey Kyoka."
"..." that seemed to really get her attention, she had to clear her throat as she replied, "Y-yeah?"
…
"You're someone I care about, I hope we can still be just friends after this."
The holy gate of the kingdom in the sky may have well opened from the amount of happiness that filled Tamaki at that moment. No shutter, no miswording, he said that line perfectly and he nailed it.
'Tension cleared'
Then it all came crashing down when suddenly Jirou tackled him to the floor.
'NOT CLEAR, NOT CLEAR!' internally scream Tamaki as his back hit the tile floor.
Full panic mode had taken over, she had never acted this way before, he had an endless amount of questions. What did he say? Did he say the wrong thing? Was there ever a right thing to say? Was she going to do this regardless of what he said? Does this mean he was barking up a tree that wasn't going to budge no matter what? Is she going to keep the stove on!? That's a fire hazard!
"J-jirou the stove?" Tamaki instinctually asked about it as a small test to see what she's thinking.
"Shut it!" Hissed Jirou whose face was still leaning against his stomach from the tackle, without looking she extended her earphone jack to slap the stove knob turning it off.
At least that was one issue solved.
Now only Jirou's actions need to be explained. Tamaki would ask questions but he was already told to hold his tongue and he wasn't one to push buttons at this point.
"You idiot," Softly spat the purple haired girl, Tamaki's shirt was strained and crumbled in her firmly gripped palms, "Asking me if we can still be friends like some sad mope begging to compromise in hopes of keeping something he's about to lose! Why the hell are you the one saying it!?"
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BROKE UP WITH ME!"
There it was, the real reason revolving around their break up.
The truth is never as one expects it.
Nothing will ever change that, regardless of how bizarre, nonsensible, convenient, or unbelievable it can be at times.
"And I still don't get why!? You were the one who asked me out first, doesn't that mean you found me at least dateable? You never objected to holding hands no matter how anxious you were about it, so you were fine with touching me, even if we were in public! We spent a multitude of nights in each other's embrace and you seemed to enjoy playing with my hair regardless of how much it ruffled my hair, so you could stand being around me!"
Her passionate recollection of their relationship was felt like a moonlight walk down memory lane, both merry but gut-wrenching.
"And when we kissed," Jirou continued, taking a moment to have one of her fingers trace along the width of her lips, "I may have been the one who pushed for and initiated our first kiss but you always returned the same feverous infatuation I did whenever our lips connected."
If Tamaki remembered, it was their 6th date that they shared their first kiss.
"Was it one of my flaws? I can't help it if I'm not tall or big breasted but I still try by keeping my body in shape! If it's my attitude then...I know I can be a bitch at times but I say I've been doing well in controlling my rougher reactions to things. If it was about those nights we spent together, we both were inexperienced during it. I even went as far to learn how to properly cook to be a more supportive partner!So why? I don't get why it was so sudden as if there was secretly some huge issue along? I tried not to let it bother me but the thought always lingered in my mind-"
Revealing her tearful face, deep sorrow filled the weeping girl's throat as she asked, "What did I do wrong?"
…
"Absolutely nothing," Tamaki replied.
Astonish hearing this Jirou was left almost speechless, this wasn't the response she expected, with a face that made it obvious she wanted to know if she heard him correctly she said, "Come again?"
Taking a deep breath Tamaki repeated his statement, "I didn't break up with you because you did something wrong, you were an amazing girlfriend. The best one I've had, so don't blame yourself."
Confused as ever, Jirou still couldn't understand what was happening, she heard his words, but it didn't clear the situation any better, "But...wait...bu- what?"
She needed to hear the full truth.
"It's not you, it's me. I'm the one who had an issue...with myself."
The streams down Jirou's eyes seemed to stop as she awely stared at him, anticipating the rest of the story.
"You were always working so hard to constantly improve yourself to be a better girlfriend and I-...I'm the one with extremely high expectations on me that I can't seem to reach no matter how hard I tried. I just felt like I didn't deserve you for that. Physically I can change to whatever I want but mentally I always end up with the same mindset, I always over think my actions and it grew into a fear. A fear that one day my incompetence as a person, hero, or boyfriend might end in you getting hurt in a way where you won't recover from. You're a great person and I felt like you deserved better than me, someone who can actually improve themself without falling back in the same hole again and again. So I thought, maybe cutting it might help give you a push… guess I over thought that as well."
Tamaki felt gut-wretched, his precautionary actions ended up causing more harm than he expected. He only wanted her to be free to actually see better things, not completely demoralize her self-confidence.
Another failure.
It hurt to see her beautiful face weep such painful tears, he couldn't face her anymore, he lost that right and many more with what he did. Ironic enough, even under those sorrowful tears she still looked angelic.
That commitment like many other commitments Tamaki had didn't last for long as he felt something was jacked into his ear and shook his head.
"AIEE!"
The elf ear boy's head quickly snapped back to his former lover, after his cracked voice schriek, he knew exactly what she did to him!
"Y-you promised to stop shoving your earphone jacks into my ear after the dog ear inciden-"
"You're an idiot."
"...I-i know, I've already been-"
"You think I cared about that! That you had flaws that are hard to get over like everyone else in the whole wide world? Let me tell you something, first off you're a good person, no one ever have something bad to say about you... minus comment saying you stare at people like you just commited murder and is praying that no one finds the body or ask where were you the night before. But most people got used to it after a few weeks! Second, you're an amazing hero, with no one questioning you about your position in the Big 3 and your achievements in the raid on the Yakuza have anything to say about it, you easily have the potential to move past your insecurities. Third, I'm a hero too! I can protect myself if a physical situation comes to endanger me and if I can't do it myself I also have friends, I ain't no helpless damsel you idiot!"
"Yeah but-"
"Finally, if you were such a bad boyfriend you think I wouldn't say anything about it! I'm not a lovesick puppy willing to cling to anyone who show me a bit of attention, I stay with you because I truly L-...L-..." her face began blushing red, "I truly care about you and enjoy your presence, don't ever get that twisted for something so you guilt-trip yourself! Stop self-inserting your own high expectation on other people, my expectations of you are mine and mine alone. If I have a real issue with you I'll tell you and if you're having issues then we can work on it TOGETHER! That's part of the point of a relationship, improving together! Not this self-sacrificing shit as if you're about to save the world, what is this some shitty teen drama!?"
…
She had a point.
He had been a bit too hard on himself, he always had high expectations put on him because of his quirk that he ended up mentally thinking everyone wanted the most from him all the time. Such a self-destructive mindset is easy to fall into and he almost ruined something he cared about over it.
Placing his hands on the side of her face he used his thumbs to wipe away her tears before stating, "You're right, I'm sorry for being stupid."
Her expression seemed to look like it got aggravated but her eyes told how that made her feel a bit better, scoffing she mumbled, "W- so what? What good does that do us now-"
Kiss~
Before she finished her sentence, Tamaki made quite the bold move of pulling her in for a kiss. Jirou definitely didn't expect it, but she made no effort in resisting it even after her mind registered what was happening. Like before they shared an equal amount of passion with this kiss, Jirou began cupping Tamaki's face as well to pull him closer into the liplock.
They stayed like that for a full minute before the revelation of their current relationship status crossed the punk rock student's mind, causing her to instantly pull away, blushing a harder shade of red then before as she looked down at him.
"I want to do it better now." Tamaki told her.
"Wha- what do you mean by that, specify," Her mind seemed to be in another place at the moment; most likely the gutter.
Giving her an extremely rare smile he answered her question, "As in, if you'll have me, let's start over. With our relationship."
"..."
"..."
"You idiot, you have the worst timing! A sudden awkward kiss on the kitchen floor is just weird," She says, even though they were only on the ground because of her and the fact that she was still on top of him, "Beside we don't need to start over, lets… let's just pick up where we left off ok?" she continued, she was rubbing her awkwardly as she looked away. She was not use this, specifically what some may ask, the answer is everything.
Luckily the response she got made things easier.
"That works for me."
"Good, now then there's something I've been wanting to do for a while. You owe me that much with that crap you pulled on me!"
Without another word being shared between the two Tamaki had an idea of what she was thinking.
The feeling was mutual.
THUD!
Went the door to Tamaki's room as the pair entered, making out once again, they basically crashed onto the bed. They indulged themself with each other, they've both been missing this for quite some time with the thirst that can only come from walking through a desert with no water, they were drinking their desires to their body content and then some.
Jirou could feel the soft fabric of Tamaki's bedsheet against her back while his massive body weight was on her chest. There was a fresh scent she was smelling from the bedsheet that combined with her now reinstated boyfriend's fragrance that made her mind go crazy. So distracted was her mind that she didn't notice when her apron, the only thing that kept her from being in only her undergarments, was tossed off to the side; She wasn't even sure who it was that did it. It was overwhelming but in a good kind of way, the kind that really gets her motors running, the kind that makes her slip her hands under his shirt to feel his well built muscles.
Almost like an act to have them both be low on clothing she pulled his shirt off of him, having it join the other article of clothing on the floor. The action did cause them to break from the kiss for a moment which gave the pair a chance to properly look at each other.
Tamaki saw the small but slender gorgeous figure of Jirou, her body language showed signs of her trying to cover up parts of her body as if she's still slightly ashamed she couldn't be as wellendowed like some of her other classmates. She was absolutely adorable when she acted this docile.
Jirou got to look up at the hunky body of Tamaki, months of physical training and hero experience reflected perfectly on his frame. Every tiny scar or mark that appeared on his chest only made her find him so appealing, he's such a hard worker despite what he might think at times. She had a feeling of what he wanted to do when Jirou saw his uncertain eyes, he can be cute as well when his shyness surfaces.
Grabbing one of his wrists, she led his hand till his fingertips connected the smooth surface of her Bra, "You're such a baby you know that," she teased with a smile on her face, "I'm half naked on your bed yet you always choose this to get cold feet, it's like I'm leading a scaredy-cat through a haunted house."
The comment sparked a shade of pink to come across his face, he mumbled apologetically, "S-sorry."
"It's ok," She tells him, "I know you'll improve one day, besides I don't mind getting you started like this~."
With her pulling his hand in close, Tamaki felt a palm full of Jirou soft chest beyond the bra, they spent intimate time together as Jirou led him with ways to massage her breast, till an occasion occurred with Tamaki squeezing his hand around the fluffy pad he was feeling causing Jirou to let out a moan.
Almost wanting to take it back Tamaki apologized again and was about to pull away but Jirou's grip stopped him, "No, I told you before that moaning...l-like that...means I like it."
Nodding his head, Tamaki became incorporating more squeezes into their play. The irony was how the situation was unfolding, usually when they're training or something Tamaki was the one instrutating Jirou on how to do things, now he was the student while she teaches. It was just like his girlfriend said, part of a relationship is growing together.
He's always a slow starter but once he gets started, he can get into anything. With his confidence and moral high he leaned over to kiss the moaning girl's neck, making the noise she was making grow louder. Moving in closer, his free hand was moving lower, gripping the bottom part of her delicate leg, and slowly moving back & forth her tender leg. He eventually gained enough confidence to slip his hand under the pretty bra itself for the real prize, her bare breast was by far more enchanting; every inch of her felt silky smooth.
She was loving every minute of it, three different sensitive places of her were all being pleasured at the same time. A all incompersom feeling given to her by someone so close to her heart, what could feel better then that on a daily basis. Just from this alone she feels her loins almost hitting a break-point, despite her feelings to him that would be too embarrassing for her to bear. She needed to stall time for a bit.
Stopping him by squirming a bit to create enough of an opening for her knee to seperate them she says in a low voice, "I uh...I want to try something."
Obeying her Tamaki relieves some of his weight off Jirou much to her displeasure. Whatever she had planned must've really been hard to say as she only gave direction through body movement, she pushed against his shoulder to signal him to light up against her more and also to turn around before shoving his chest back down to get him down on the bed. With his back now on the bed she quickly scurried to a appropreate position by his pants, silently gulping before unbuckling them.
Almost immediately Tamaki opened his mouth once he caught on to what she was thinking, he was as embarrassed about it as she was but his attempt was stopped by her earphone jack coming upon his lips.
"No objections, just trust me on this one." She assured him, she can live with herself if they're both embarrassed about the same thing.
First came the pants and then his boxer, leaving only his erected shrine standing tall on his body. Intimidation began to weigh on the punk rock girl the more she stared at it, Tamaki bulky cock looked like it was going to be one of the toughest challenges she'll face in her life. Cautiously, her hand approached it as if she might awaken some beast if she moved too fast. Carefully she clasped the pulsing beast in front of her, this wasn't the first time she did this, but it never stopped amazing her feeling how strong his penis pulsed when it was in her hands. If she didn't know better she would've assumed that was his heart beat.
Drawing her face in closer, the elf eared boy felt her hot breath brushing against his cock, she only stopped to establish one last thing.
"I swear if you tell ANYONE I did this, especially that blue haired chatterbox, I will shove my jack so far down your ear that you'll have tinnitus for a year!" She threatened with one of her earphone jacks hovering in front of Tamaki's line of sight.
Swallowing hard Tamaki knew he had nothing to worry about, he never bragged about his relationships to anyone, at most he'll only talk to someone for advice on something then an actual discussion with what goes on between them. He thinks her threat have to do more with her slight random jealousy she has toward his friend Nejire, though they're purely platonic friends he guessed the thought that a older, bustier, more popular, lovable air head girl is so close to her boyfriend all the time; he never got why girls can be so competitive.
With her strange request guaranteed to be kept, she proceeded with her lewd actions. Planting a timid kiss on the tip of his staff earning a wince from the raven haired boy, to him tiny little touches like those is comparable to tickling his most sensitive area with a feather. Thankfully he didn't have to worry about withstanding too many of that, that single kiss turned the lavender haired girl face completely red. Taking time to mentally recuperate from her erotic action, she kept her lover busy and stimulated by stroking his cock. First going at an almost teasing pace before quickly picking the speed, her constant fondle up and down the length was satisfying Tamaki based on the groans he let out his mouth. He always teased her about how loud she moans but he was quite a screamer himself with the right amount of pleasure to feed his arousal.
To reach that she needed to do more than work her arm, slowing down the pace she built up. Closing her eyes she without warning engulf the head of Tamaki cock into her mouth, Tamaki had to cover his mouth to muffle down his groan, it was another thing he felt embarrassed about doing; especially after a occasion when one of Jirou's roommate had a comment the next day asked why Jirou was sleeping with some muscular chick.
Jirou held her position for a moment, letting the head warm up from the burning heat inside her mouth; anticipation was always Tamaki's weakness in bed. The first minute he used all he had to not move, the second minute he needed to grip onto the bed sheets to control himself, the third minute one of his legs started squirming, and the next two minutes left his body begging for more. His breathing became so heavy it sounded like he might crack at any minute which signaled to her that he had enough, she wanted him to groan not just squirm; squirming was icing on a completed cake.
Taking her time to not rush things because she was still a bit inexperienced with this as well, Jirou began to tug on his dick with her mouth, sucking on the head. Each suckal brought a wave of pleasure to the boy and every groan he gave encouraged Jirou to do more. Slowly she began working her way down his shaft, breaking every couple of centimeters to properly blow the piece of his cock that was already in her mouth. Every inch of the boy's manhood was going to be pleasured with intensive care through her mouth, a caring oral massage. As she got near the base it became more difficult to fit in more of him pass her jaw, it was a miracle she didn't trigger her gag reflex yet or accidently make a chomp of a lifetime, but she already committed herself to getting every bit in; even if it felt like having a entire roll of salami shoved in her mouth.
The only difference was that she didn't like the taste of salami, not that she'll ever admit what that implies vocally, that might actually kill her.
She was so close to her goal as well, only another half inch to go. Building up the will she made one last push forward with her head and managed to slide in the last bit of erect flesh.
'Congrats, your mouth is now literally filled with meat,' Jirou told herself, if you had asked if this was where she saw herself when she first started hero school, she would've gone beyond giving you tinnitus and straight up would've made you deaf.
She couldn't move as she was afraid if she did then taking the entire thing again would be too hard, she had to let her jaw adjust a bit to the size before she moved. It became hard to do the proper mouth movements to suck, her saliva was dripping the shaft down to Tamaki's pelvis, she made quite the mess on his lap. With the wait all she would do was sigh, a nonchalant action that had an interesting effect, cause when she did it it made her throat vibrate against the already sensitive piece of Tamaki inside of her causing him to let out a surprised groan.
Getting an idea Jirou became pleasuring him with one of her best aspects, her voice. Luckily a lifelong interest in singing has made her vocals magical, before Tamaki only experienced the magic through sound, now he was going to experience it through touch. But she wasn't going to do some random words, no she was going to confess a lot of things while they're in this position, giving her the personal relief of getting things off her chest.
So she confessed, she spoke about certain things she would never have the courage to say if she knew someone could actually hear what she said and didn't process it as blowjob gurgling noise.
The entire time the vibrations continued in her throat, encasing Tamaki's member in a tunnel that was slobbery wet, warm, and had walls that can quiver; his cock was getting a 5 star massage. If there was any restraint Tamaki had with his groans they were gone now, no willpower he had could hold back the endless waves of groan that escaped his lips, the overwhelming pleasure of the head he was getting was too much; the poor teen didn't even know this was only the intermission.
Soon Jirou's jaw adapted to the stretch and strain it was dealing with which meant one thing, it was go time. She stopped the temoring in her throat abruptly and quickly began retracting her mouth off the soaking wet shaft, leading her boyfriend into a false sense of security, he was thankful it was apparently over with no knowledge of what's to come next. Right as he thought his crotch would be completely free, Jirou crashed her face bow down, taking the entire thing back in again and gagging a bit.
They both became very thankful that Tamaki's parents weren't home cause there was no one they wouldn't hear anything that was going on in that room after that stunt.
Pleased with getting her wish Jirou decided to get back to the more passionate side of things, bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock over and over again. Thanks to her little time wasting method it was much easier for her to receive the girthy cock, enabling her to take in most of it without needing to stop.
Already weak from the stimulation it's been enduring for the last couple of minutes, something from within Tamaki's crotch became rumbling, all the pleasure he had been receiving built pressure that's been rising in intensity every minute; and it was ready to burst.
Not stopping she continued sucking on his shaft, grabbing onto her lovers hips to keep him steady. His cock entering and exiting her mouth at rapid speed, the teen's groan started to get loud again just as the rumbling inside of her mouth increased. Finally the long awaited climax happened with loads of cum suddenly bursting into the punk girl's mouth, there was a attempt to swallow it all to be more erotic but the poor inexperience Jirou couldn't even come close, immediately pulling off of Tamaki's crotch letting to spray it's essence freely into the world.
Luckily or unluckily depending on how one sees it, most of it landed on Jirou's face and chest because of her position of being right in front of it, leaving multiple strands of steaming cum to lay along her body.
A panting Tamaki lifted his back from the bed so he could look down at the person who performed such an enjoyable but lustfully exhausting act on him. Jirou didn't speak for a moment, keeping her mouth shut as if she was stopping herself from speaking, every second her face seemed to turn more and more bitter until finally she popped open her mouth letting a sluggish mixture rolling off her tongue into the palm of her hands.
"Bleh~!" She exclaimed with her tongue still sticking out, letting a thin line of saliva trickle down off it and connect to the remaining pool of cum she couldn't swallow, "I'm sorry, I don't know how others do it but I don't think I can ever get used to doing that. Too salty!"
When she finally looked back up at him with her sparkling onyx eyes it was unbelievable to Tamaki that his secretly self-coincess and sexually timid petite girlfriend could unintentionally make an extremely lewd but cute look; he always knew she didn't need big assets to be sexy.
Time went by as Jirou was now exiting the bathroom after cleaning up her body and washing out the remaining taste of cum in her mouth.
"My tongue still feels like I ate a spoon of chicken seasoning," Commented Jirou as she entered the bedroom, seeing Tamaki still sitting on the bed without his cloths, "Though I guess it's not that bad if you enjoyed it that much,"
Snapping his head up and shooting up to his feet Tamaki replied, "You were doing way too much, I thought I was going to die at one point!
"You were fine, those weren't the sounds you make when you're about to die."
"Die of embarrassment, I pray my neighbors didn't hear me or else they'll think we're filming some kind of weird porno."
"At least it'll be a moment we'll both be embarrassed about… if I'm being honest… I kinda… sorta only did that because I didn't want to climax just from foreplay."
"You what!?"
"I know what you're thinking."
"So mean!"
"Ok what's more embarrassing, groaning loudly because someone was getting a blowjob or climaxing from soft foreplay!?"
"You're really something else you know."
"Yeah yeah, I just wanted to save my own for something more," She mumbled the last part, she was reverting back to her shy self, it must've been something sexually because of how red her face was getting again. Grabbing the string of her panty and tugging on it manages to ask, "So if you're up to it, I...want to do it. Right now~"
Slowly putting together the hints Tamaki stared back at her.
...
Just like that the two were back on the bed in the same position they were in when they first entered together, kissing, tongue, hands exploring each other, the only difference was now they had thrown away their last piece of clothing into the pile of discarded clothes
They could've done this all day but that wasn't why they were there, they wanted to make love to each other. During their intimate embrace they had slapped on a functional condom, gearing his shaft ready to go at their leisure. Breaking their kiss one more time the two stared another looked, Jirou still being shy nodded to give the signal, allowing Tamaki to properly get in position.
As he prepared the punk rock girl had a moment to herself to breath in the fresh scent of the bedsheets, 'They must've just been washed, I feel bad for what's about to happen on them now. They're not going to be so clean afterwards.'
With his tip now grinding against the petite girl's entrance, the couple interlocked their fingers, bracing each other for what's to come next.
With a single thrust, he penetrated her.
Dual moans from both sides were heard, they took a brief moment before anything else, they were not connected both emotionally and physically now.
Shoving his cock deeper through the tight inner walls of Jirou's, Tamaki would pull back whenever it felt like he struck a barrier before thrusting back in, continuing the cycle till most of his length could be inserted into her cunt without pause. Each thrust carried more force with it then the last, expanding her insides, and making a sloppy wet lewd noise whenever their pelvis collided.
Drooling already from the sensation of feeling his dick repeatedly inserting into her, Jirou tried to hide it by biting her thumb but that couldn't stop the moans leaking through her gritted teeth. This was a much better experience, both sexually and physically. Before it use to hurt a lot more and their movement were more rigged and stiff, now that most of the intial pain was gone she could spend more time enjoying the good feeling she got from sex. Combine with the continuous engaging flow they had going on and this was breaking its way into their best sex session yet, she legs spread out her legs wide before wrapping them around his waist to give Tamaki a better angle to enter deeper inside of her.
Sweat dripped off the brawny physique of Tamaki as he continued to fornicate with his lover, his hips were on fire, there was a burning sensation building in his lower abdomen. He didn't want to slow down so he continued to buck his hips, slamming his cock constantly against the lavender hair girl's delicate but wanting pussy. Her moans were getting more erotic the longer they went on, at first being soft exhale before evolving into loud passionate cries, they invigorated him to keep going. Grabbing her waist to pull her body down in synchronization of him ramming inside of her, creating a divine feeling of arousing satisfaction that appeased their lust.
Every collision echoed the tingling feeling they felt in their loins throughout their entire body. Both of them were loudly expressing their passionate lust into the air and drenched nearly head to toe in sweat from the intensity of their lovemaking. The bed was shaking uncontrollably as they bounced off the mattress endlessly, creaking the bed frame so hard that if the teens' minds weren't so focused on each other they would've thought the bed might break at any time.
They were hitting their limit and fast, thanks to the condom they used there wasn't a concern about accidental impregnation, they didn't need to stop meaning they can get as wild as they want. Words weren't said, they both knew what the other was thinking based on their faces, instead they shared one last passionate kiss with each other as a twin combination of two different kinds of organism exploded where they were sexually connected. Leaving the couple both physically and mentally exhausted, cuddling with another as they lay together on bedsheets that are soaked in the wet moisure of their own sex.
The room was silent for a while before a voice broke it.
"I love you."
…
"I love you too."
A fatigue kiss was shared.
After a quick 'uneventful' shower that was clearly eventful with a makeout session, the pair dressed up to stop by the kitchen in order to grab themselves each bowl of fried rice before settling back down in the living room, luckily it hasn't cooled down from the long wait. With Tamaki resting comfortably on the couch and Jirou seating herself on his lap like before, they enjoyed a delicious meal as they watched TV. As usual it was basically Jirou watching whatever niche show she liked while Tamaki played with Jirou gorgeous hair that now had a new scent thanks to the shower they had, but unlike before they were more chatty and physical with their actions. Jirou's backside seemed to be leaning further back on Tamaki's lap when before she would always make sure there was some distance between the two, now she could fully rest her back against the firm surface that was Tamaki's chest. Tamaki on the other hand was more relaxed with his body, his hand no longer resided itself to only playing with and sniffing with Jirou's lavender hair, it became exploring other parts of her body as well.
"Seriously, is there anything we can do with the salty thing?" Jirou asked.
"I heard pineapples sweeten it a bit," Tamaki suggested.
"...Why do you know that?"
"I uhh….uhhhh."
"You're quite the pervert aren't you?"
"No I'm not! If anyone here was being pervy it was you, why did I come into the kitchen to see you cooking in your underwear?"
"! Well, let's just say in my lightly irrational mindset at the time, I thought I could gain someone's interest again if I put on a little show."
"..."
"What?"
"Pffft~!"
"Hey don't laugh! It worked didn't it, Considering how long it took you to come out of your hiding stop and help me?"
"H-how did you know?"
"Earphone jacks, y'know my quirk. It's really good at hearing things, especially the heartbeat of a secret admirer who was being too much of an idiot to be honest."
"Oh god, please don't remind me of how stupid I was being. I don't know what I was thinking."
"It's fine, you were trying to be selfless for my sake so I guess I can forgive you for it. Just never do it again ok?"
"...Ok."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Kyoka?''
"Hm?"
"I love you."
"! Jeez what's with that all the sudden, I heard you the first time."
"I know."
"..."
"..."
"I love you too Tamaki~"
Sometimes life never goes the way you're expecting, but that doesn't always spell misfortune, that was a lesson Amajiki Tamaki learned today.
THE END
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