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title: can i call you tonight?
Tamaki x reader
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[EDITED]
The only sound that was heard was Tamaki's feet padding against the wooden floor beneath him, other than that, silence settled over the apartment, creating an eeriness over it. However, his mind was focused on the questions rattling around in his brain.
They had been taunting him for days, but he was too nervous to talk to anyone about it, even Mirio.
And especially you.
You were his main problem; he kept getting a strange feeling in his chest whenever he saw you, and, oh God, when you spoke it was like music to his ears. He just didn't know what he was feeling around you, it was very confusing for him.
Do I like them?
What are the things that I'm feeling?
Your name was the only thing prominent in his mind as he walked around the empty apartment, picking up things he could fidget with. His heart was racing in his chest as he thought about you, his eyes nervously trailing over to where his phone sat.
That's when the sound of rain began to accompany him, the lights in his apartments flickering. Nerves swept through him in an instant, his eyes locked on the flickering light above him.
He yelped and covered his ears as a loud clap of thunder shook his apartment, his eyes clenching shut in a reaction to the darkness that engulfed him.
Rain poured down as another clap of thunder followed seconds later, Tamaki's hands still cupped over his ears with his eyes clenched shut.
After a minute, he opened his eyes and cautiously uncovered his ears. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness that surrounded him.
It became clear what happened; his power went out.
A loud sigh fell from Tamaki's lips as he slowly crept around the apartment, his hands touching the walls to guide him towards where he stored his candles.
After lighting a few candles, he placed them around his apartment to allow him some light.
His hands fumbled for his phone, his fingers moving on his own. Before he knew it, his thumb was hovering over your contact in his phone.
His breath got caught in his throat, his face warming up due to a light blush which spread over his cheeks.
His heart was beating erratically as his fingers moved to write a message.
