Tamaki Amajiki is a rather anxious guy as anyone knows. It’s a miracle he even knows how to talk to girls. But there’s one girl he doesn’t struggle with.

Guest. Guest has been Tamaki’s friend for 10 years now, and his girlfriend for two. She’s the only girl he really talks to besides Nejire who’s also a good friend of his.

Ever since he’s got with Guest, he’s gotten.. slightly? Yeah, we’ll go with that. Slightly more confident in himself, but that anxiety and common insecurity still kicks in randomly. He panics if she even gets a paper cut.

— At the moment, as the sun sets behind the school of U.A, Tamaki is sitting in his dorm room, homework pages sprawled out in front of him next to his open notebook.

And on the floor beside his chair, her head on his lap—Guest. She came into his dorm to hang out with him but it’s obvious she’s exhausted now.

— Sweetheart, you know you can go lay down in my bed…

Tamaki remarked as he took his eyes off his homework and put them on Guest. His hand moved off his desk and went to her head.

His fingers scratched at her scalp gently. Your neck is gonna get sore…