The Book Of IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:Vale, and ZOOL Oneshots

TamaSou (Fluff AU)

(A/N): Sorry I haven't updated in a while!!! >×<"

Tamaki huffed, looking at the directory map for what seemed like the millionth time. Iori told him that they could meet at the campus coffee shop, since they hadn’t hung out for a while, but he couldn’t find the dang coffee shop!

Tamaki gave up and started wandering around, throwing the chance of stumbling across the coffee shop by luck to fate. Maybe someone would see how lost he was and help him.

Eventually he happened upon a line of empty classrooms in some remote corner of the campus. He passed by each and peeked into a few - some boxes in one, storage supplies in another. In one there were even things that looked like a Satanic ritual. Tamaki hurried past that one.

Near the end of the line Tamaki picked up the faint sound of music. The music was nostalgic and lilting, some melody Tamaki felt like he knew but didn’t know at the same time.

At the classroom at the end of the line, Tamaki peeked inside. His eyes widened.

There was a person playing piano. A pretty person, whose white hair Tamaki wanted to pet like a cat. Their phone was next to them, playing a recording that Tamaki thought might’ve been guitar - he didn’t know music stuff real well -  and the pretty person’s lips were moving. Tamaki could hear his voice, sweet and soft, present and in the recording.

Tamaki automatically took a step forward and - dumbly - smacked his forehead on the little-bit-too-low doorframe. “Ow!” He yelled, dropping and clutching his forehead.

The music immediately stopped, and through one cracked eye Tamaki could see the pretty person frozen in surprise, looking right at him.

“U-um,” The pretty person squeaked, scrambling to get up from the piano bench, “Are you all right?!”

“Mmp,” Tamaki said, wincing as he brought his hands away from his forehead, “I think so.”

The pretty person crouched down in front of Tamaki, his hands softly brushing Tamaki’s bangs out of the way. The pretty person’s eyes were a really pretty purple colour, Tamaki realized. “It’s a little red, but you’re not bleeding.”

Tamaki realized he was staring. “Oh, thanks,” He said dumbly. Even more dumbly, he added, “I’m lost.”

“Oh,” The pretty person said, standing up.

Tamaki stood up too. “I’m actually looking for someone,” He said, lifting his hand, “He’s about this tall, his name’s Iorin, he likes cats and Usamini Friends merch, he’s super good at crane machines, he came here a year early-”

“Do you mean Iori?” The pretty person said, holding up a hand to stop Tamaki’s long list of Useless Iorin Facts, “I didn’t know all the other things, but I know that he came here a year early-”

“Yeah, that’s Iorin!” Tamaki said, interrupting the pretty person, “I was supposed to meet him a while ago, but it’s probably too late now so can you play again?”

The pretty person blinked, and then his cheeks turned red. “A-ah, you heard that?”

“Uh-huh,” Tamaki said, sitting backwards in a chair behind the piano bench, “It’s really cool, so play again?”

“Okay,” The pretty person mumbled, awkwardly sitting down on the piano bench. He took a deep breath and pressed play to the recording on his phone. Tamaki watched, captivated, over the pretty person’s shoulder.

There was something about the way the pretty person’s fingers danced across the piano and the way his lips moved to sing that short-circuited Tamaki’s brain. The music barely registered in his mind, he was so captivated by the pretty person.

“A-ah,” The pretty person stuttered, his hands faltering, “T-the song’s over.”

“Play another one,” Tamaki mumbled, burying his face in the pretty person’s scarf, “M’like.”

“O-h, okay,” The pretty person stuttered again. This time there wasn’t a recording, just piano. Tamaki scooted closer, the pretty person’s back pressing lightly against his chest. He could feel the pretty person’s heart beat.

The pretty person didn’t bother to say that the song was over again. Maybe the pretty person had forgotten that Tamaki was here, because the songs began to fade into each other, until Tamaki couldn’t tell where one waned and another picked up.

It could have been centuries for all Tamaki knew, until the pretty person stopped playing. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually this impolite,” He apologized, “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sogo.”

“Pretty person has a pretty name,” Tamaki mumbled.

“I’m sorry?” Sogo said, “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Nuthin’,” Tamaki said, a little louder this time, “M’Tamaki.”

“It’s nice to meet you then, Tamaki-kun,” Sogo said, “By the way, you’re in high school, right?”

“Mmhmm,” Tamaki said, “I’m graduating this year.”

Sogo chuckled. “Good luck then, Tamaki-kun.” Sogo tilted his head. “What do you plan to do once you graduate?”

“Dunno,” Tamaki said, “Guess I’ll come here. Iorin and Sou-chan are here, after all.”

“ ‘Sou-chan’?” Sogo repeated questioningly, then shook it off. “I suppose that’s a good idea. The professors here offer various courses, so that’d be a good way to figure out what you like and what you’re good at.”

“What does Sou-chan like?” Tamaki asked.

Sogo paused for a moment. “Well, I’m a music history major and an anthropology minor. I’m not really good with people, though?” He smiled in embarrassment. “What do you like, Tamaki-kun?”

Without missing a beat Tamaki said, “I like Sou-chan.”

Sogo made a choking noise and his cheeks reddened. Tamaki could feel his heart speed up. “M-me?!”

“Yeah,” Tamaki said. He thought for a moment. “Sou-chan’s like Ousama Pudding.”

“P-pudding?” Sogo stuttered. Tamaki nodded.

“Sou-chan’s sweet,” he said, “I like sweet and I like Sou-chan.”

Sogo stuttered and blushed, and, not for the last time, Tamaki was captivated.