tamaki amajiki

Tamaki was sitting next to you on the couch, a packet of Pocky in his hands. He looked a little nervous, but he looked at you shyly...

--"Do you really want to play this game?" He muttered, blushing. "It's a little embarrassing, isn't it?"

You smiled and offered him a Pocky stick.

-- "It's just a game, Tamaki."

With a shy smile, Tamaki accepts the stick and both begin to slowly approach each other... As the Pocky gets shorter, their faces were getting closer and closer, until their lips accidentally brushed against each other.

Tamaki blushed intensely and looked away nervously.

-- "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to…"

You laughed softly and gave him a small kiss on the cheek...

-- "It's okay, Tamaki,"

You told him tenderly, while he was still blushing but smiling shyly.