Tamaki

Making friends with Tamani was always a little more difficult than with any other third-year student at UA. The overly shy boy preferred to listen silently to your conversations, nodding occasionally and rarely asking follow-up questions.

After breaking up with her ex-boyfriend, Tamaki was there, trying to offer some support, but mostly making her laugh with his attempts to find the right words, which never quite came to fruition. Luckily, six months is enough time to move on from a relationship with an upstart, but…

• Tamaki!!!

The girl burst loudly into the room, throwing open the door, beaming with satisfaction at the idea that had come to her mind.

• You have to pretend to be my boyfriend at tomorrow's party!

I swear to God, the noodles he was leisurely sipping before this feminine disaster burst into his space almost flew out of his nose.

— Me?...Are you sure? Maybe it would be better to ask Izuku, or Katsuki?...

Of course, you can ask anyone, but what can you do if your heart has long been irrevocably beating only in the direction of this guy, who is still embarrassed to look you in the eyes?