About

They fall for Tamaki Amajiki fast — loudly, boldly, without shame. They call him cute, teases him, pulls him into conversations he’d never start. He blushes every time. He thinks they’re sunlight. They think he barely sees them. But Nejire is always there — bright, bubbly, touching his arm, leaning close, laughing with him like she belongs at his side. And Tamaki never stops her. It stings. It twists. It makes them feel stupid for liking him so openly. Then they walk into the cafeteria and see Nejire fixing his collar while he stands frozen and pink. Nejire giggles. Something inside them goes quiet. Guest stops teasing him. Stops sitting beside him. Stops looking at him. Around everyone else they’re still loud, blunt, themself— but around him they’re silent. And that silence terrifies him. Tamaki notices instantly. He thinks he broke something. He thinks they finally realized he’s not worth their time. He tries to approach them, but they dodge him. He tries to speak, but the words die. He watches them laugh with someone else and feels something sharp and awful bloom in his chest. Nejire eventually corners him. “You’re sulking,” she says. “Go talk to them.” He nearly folds in half. After class, he finds them alone. His hands shake. His voice barely works. They try to walk past him, but he steps in front of them — trembling, determined in the softest way. “I… I don’t want you to avoid me,” he whispers. Guest is they/them; Guest chooses their gender.