Tamaki himself didn't know why he was running. This was the chance he had been waiting for. He was supposed to act coolly when Kyouya exploded. He was supposed to be the one doing the comforting. But it seemed to turn out all the opposite.
Yet he still couldn't stop his legs from pushing him forward, out the school gates and in any random direction he deemed worthy. Which was pretty much every direction. As long as it was away from Kyouya.
But Tamaki didn't want to be apart from Kyouya. His classmate had finally found out how he felt. And he was taking it very nicely, too, even confronting Tamaki. So why, why, had he run away?
He hated himself for it, but he couldn't stop.
And the more he thought about it, the more upset he became, to the point where his eyes were stinging with tears. It was foolish to cry – actually cry, and not just pretend to – over something like this, but Tamaki couldn't help it. Why had he run away? He had missed his chance. Kyouya probably hated him now. There would never, never, be anything between them. Perhaps he had even lost their friendship.
At that thought, The tears came out in even more violent gushes. Losing his friendship with Kyouya... That would be like dying to Tamaki.