The following day was almost unbearable for Tamaki as he sulked through the halls of UA. He hated the feeling of the other students staring at him, knowing his deepest secret, and judging him for it. A group of girls laughed as we walked by and he was sure they were laughing at him.

Nejire had apologized as soon as she saw him sit down in homeroom. She went on and on about how he shouldn't be ashamed of his feelings and no one was judging him for his crush, all the while saying "Did you know?" he was sure she meant no harm, but part of him was becoming annoyed with how loud she was.

"I think he gets the point." Mirio stepped in, halting their enthusiastic friend. Tamaki sighed in relief. He was sure his she wasn't stopped, Nejire would have done a powerpoint on the subject.

All throughout the day, Mirio seemed to be standing closer to Tamaki. Whether it was their hands bumping together as they walked in the hall, or their thighs touching during lunch. Tamaki was painfully aware of how warm his friend was. It was comforting, it relaxed him slightly as the blond would talk excitedly about what he was doing at his internship.

"How are things going with you and FatGum?" the attention was turned to Tamaki and he wasn't sure how to reply. The experience was well worth the internship, but there was still the lingering thought that the pro hero kept him around as his subtle and personal punching bag.

The conversation shifted as Nejire began talking quickly about something Tamaki couldn't keep up with. The rest of the school day dragged on until finally, Tamaki could retreat to his dorm room and recharge from the overstimulation.

Toeing off his shoes and removing his tie, Tamaki breathed a heavy sigh and began overanalyzing everything he said throughout the day. He was halfway through putting pajamas on when there was a knock on the other side of the wall. Tamaki looked around in a panic before remembering that he and Mirio shared a wall. Just as he thought this, the blond teens head began phasing through the wall. It reminded Tamaki of those gross deer heads that are displayed in American hunting lodges.

"Hey, Tamaki. Oh, you're going to sleep?" The blond asked, pink dusting his cheeks as he looked at his slim friend.

"Uh, yeah?" Tamaki looked down, noting that he was only in his pajama pants. Sure, it wasn't the first time Mirio had seen him without a shirt on. Hell, Tamaki had probably seen him naked more times than himself, but somehow things were different now. Their closeness had evolved, even though neither had said anything about it. Mirio averted his gaze and cleared his throat. His blush deepened as he fumbled through his words.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to see a movie with me. The new Godzilla is out, and you know how I love cheesy monster movies, and I thought you would want to go...with...me?" Mirio spat out nervously.

A silence fell between the two as Tamaki thought about what this meant? He'd gone to movies lots of times with Mirio, this want's a date. Oh, god! What if it was a date? Noticing Tamaki hasn't said anything in over a minute, Mirio cleared his throat.

"Like a date?" Tamaki barely spoke. The two blushed at each other as Mirio stammered for something to say.

"Well, Uh…" Mirio thought as he phased the rest of the way through the wall. Tamaki waited with baited breath as he watched the blond fully enter his room. Unfortunately, Mirio lost his footing and began to stumble. Arms flailing comically, he grabbed onto Tamaki's wrist as he attempted to help Mirio right himself. He wasn't as helpful as he thought because He ended up being pulled down onto the bed as well.

"Oh, man. Are you okay?" Mirio laughed. Tamaki was mentally screaming at their new position. One arm was braced against the wall, a hand gripped his school shirt. His hips in Mario's hands, and he was straddling his lap. Tamaki felt like he was going to pass out! Mumbling out that he was fine, the two stared at each other, their faces growing slowly closer. Tamaki could feel his heart thundering in his chest when their lips finally met.

It seemed their kissing had improved a lot within the span of a day. Mirio cupped Tamaki's cheek to pull him in closer, while the other tangled his hands in short blond hair. their position wasn't close enough.

Remembering that he had to breath, Tamaki pulled away and straightened his spine. Since he was without a shirt, Tamaki gave Mirio the perfect view of his lean yet muscular body. The blond couldn't help but run his hand over the heated skin as he pulled the brunette back to his lips. A small whimper left Tamaki as kisses traveled down his jaw and turned into light bites along his neck and clavicle.

"Ah...Mirio." Tamaki gasped at a particularly rough bite, but pushed his body closer, wanting more. Calloused hands roamed over his back, helping him achieve the closeness he desired.

"Too rough?" Mirio asked, already preparing to pull away, not wanting to push the other out of his comfort zone.

Tamaki just shook his head and looked down in embarrassment. Mirio just smiled and continued nipping at his neck before migrating furth down to latch onto a nipple. Tamaki yelped in surprise again but held the blonds head there, encouraging him.

"Oh, you like this, don't you?" Mirio looked up with a cheeky grin. Tamaki, in turn, hid his face behind his hair.

Not getting the reaction he wanted, Mirio bit down on the pale bud, making Tamaki cry out and instinctively rut his hips into the blonds. A spark of electricity shooting up his spine at the movement. He realized Mirio was just as excited as he was.

"Do...do that again." Mirio moved one hand down to grip Tamaki's waist as they rocked their hips together. Both boys were panting and out of breath in no time as their movements became frantic. The feeling so foreign to the two, they kissed again and pressed their foreheads together.

"Mirio…" Tamaki warned he had that weird feeling you get when your arm falls asleep traveling throughout his body. He knew what was going to happen next, and he wasn't sure he was ready.

Suddenly, Tamaki's phone began to buzz on the nightstand, making the two jump apart. Pealing himself away from the blond, Tamaki looked at his phone in annoyance when he realized it was just a notification for a cat game he had on his phone. Breathing out a sigh, Mirio tried to fix his hair.

"So, Godzilla?" Tamaki tried to fill the silence.

"Only if you'll agree that we're on a date." Mirio stuck his tongue out, making Tamaki smile.