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Day 1: Touch
(Mirio Togata x Tamaki Amajiki) (My Hero Academia)
Both of them were not used to the touch in the common sense: if Mirio touches something, chances are that he’ll pass through it, especially if is a wall, and probably leaves his clothes behind. If Tamaki touches anything, either he’s gonna find the texture weird or its probable that he’s not gonna touch it with his real hands; the sense of touch is something that was both beautiful and chaotic at the same time, and when the two were alone, they knew how to train that sense, or at the very least make least try to find support on each other.
It all started a simple way to show each other normal affection, like any other childhood friends, but as they got older, they keep having each other hugs for multiple reasons: for Tamaki, the hugs that Mirio gave were a safe space so he calm down his anxious feelings, for Mirio, it was more or less a way so he can train himself so his quirk won’t make him pass through Tamaki, sink himself to the ground, or at the very least lose his clothes. But most of all is to know that the two of them have each other, no matter how difficult the road is.
The two of them could spend hours upon hours being on each other’s arms, especially Tamaki, but right now they’ll have to put a pause to the tender moment, Nene is telling them that their break is almost over and they have to go back to their classroom.
“So…how long I lasted?” Mirio asked to Tamaki with his usual can-do attitude, Tamaki checks his watch and says:
“Well, almost half an hour.”
“Great! This training is working like a charm! Mirio exclaimed excited, pumping his fists in victory.
Tamaki, with a chuckle replies “How could it not? We’ve pretty much this exercises since we were kids.”
“Yeah, I know, hehe…”
Tamaki just looked away and smiled to himself, all the while trying to not get behind his blue-haired girl friend and his ‘ray of sunshine’ as the shapeshifter calls Mirio, all the times and tribulations that have been through was gratifying, although in some cases, scary, so scary, he could feel his arm quiver a bit.
“I gotcha”
A happy voice breaks his train of thought, as Mirio takes his hand, he could feel the firm but comforting grip calming his nerves, the two of them exchange glances as they keep silently reaffirming their feelings.
“Hurry up guys, don’t make go and fly ahead of ya.” Nene called them as she was getting ahead of them, and Mirio replied as he took Tamaki by the hand and hurried up for the two of them.
The sense of touch is indeed, something beautiful and chaotic.