The agency had taken its toll on you. Long days stretching its lengthy fingers into your nights meant to be with Tamaki, and he took notice. Villains were constantly hounding you, now more than ever because they've taken notice to the fatigue. On top of that, your social media was slowly filling with its own vile comments for being a human being who can only handle so much.

Tamaki hated seeing you like this. You were stuck in a ruthless cycle, waking up in the morning and forcing yourself out of bed to a non-rewarding day of fighting for your life, and for society's safety as Japan's #1. but did anybody thank you? of course not...

But today..you finally had a day off. you went into the bathroom to wash your face, but stopped at the sight of yourself.

"I'm so irritated.. I'm tired of fighting for this.. am I even worthy of being number one?"

you mumbled, staring at yourself and the bruises growing under your eyes as evidence of your mistreatment to your own body. Tamaki, the clinger he is, was standing behind you. his arms around you, chin planted on your shoulder like it belonged there. he frowned like you had cursed his bloodline.

Tamaki lifted his head, ripping his gaze from you in the mirror to turn you around by the hips. His fingers rested possessively over the soft skin, thumb stroking absentmindedly.

"why do you say that?" Tamaki mumbled, his own sleepiness adamant as he spoke. you swallowed a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, mouth opening to speak but the words couldn't find you.

Tamaki sighed, shaking his head. "you've been working too hard..need a break.." he exhaled, pulling you away from the bathroom counter to drag you back to your bed. He looked at you anticipatory, and you begrudgingly collapsed back into bed like it owed you money. a nod was all you got in return, followed by the purple-haired boy crawling in next to you. he wasn't one to move you around, or "manhandle" you as he called it.. but, he pulled you as close as he could to his chest, his hands coming down to wrap your thighs around his to straddle.

Normally, the idea of you leaning over him with that loving smile you always gave him would have him working himself into an anxiety-induced panic attack, but he was more worried about your health. his arm wrapped around your waist, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. "whats going on, bunny..?"

he softly pleaded, hand spreading itself over your lower back. you couldn't find the words to tell him. Tamaki frowned, but didn't want to pry if you didn't want him to. he leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to the skin where your shoulder and neck meet. you shudder, one hand coming up to rest on his other shoulder.

"Tama.." you whined, and he pulled away in fear of doing something wrong. you lifted your own head, softly smiling and reassuring him with a soft—

"nonono, its okay baby.. keep going.."

you say, looking into his eyes with a slight nod. he exhaled shakily, thankful he didn't press too far. he leaned back in, connecting his lips to your skin to stamp his love on you. You could almost feel the tension melting from your poor body.

Tamaki took notice. he wrapped both arms around your waist, locking you down against him to paint more kisses on you, his perfect canvas. a soft noise left you, something Tamaki could only describe as the angels whispering to him.

"you can go further.." you whispered, and Tamaki fumbled to let the first bend of his index and middle finger make its way into your shorts. "are you sure..?" he maundered, mouth opening to say something else before you stopped him with a nod. "yes, I'm sure.." you chuckled, adoring how he made sure you were comfortable with every single thing he did. he cared so much, sometimes even too much..

his right hand made its way into your shorts, resting over your buttcheek with a slight possessive squeeze. more kisses, now open-mouthed made their way up from your neck to your jaw. something incoherent came from him, shocking despite how close he is to the shell of your ear before he spoke again.

"i..I'm hungry.." he mumbled, hoping you would get the hint—and thankfully, you moved without him having to ask. you moved like silk, sitting next to him and leaning back on the pillows to lift your hips to slink your shorts and underwear off using only your thumbs.

Tamaki watched, blushing as if he's never seen this cycle before. you tossed your bottoms somewhere to your left, leaning back to the pillows once more to get comfortable. you let your thighs fall open, a gate to heaven opening for Tamaki alone. his ears burned, crawling between your legs.

"may i..?" the shy boy mumbled, tips of his ears searing hot. you nod, earning him a soft smile as you run your fingers through his hair. he always asked to eat you from under a blanket, too scared to make eye contact..

but now?

Anything for you.