*Tamaki’s POV*

I smile at my phone when Shinso started texting me. He is so sweet. It is completely adorable how he panics and the fact that it’s noticeable even over our text. I set my phone down as I turn back to my laptop. I am currently in my corner of the library that I have taken over. The librarian said I spend so much time in here that I might as well make it mine. She lets me keep my bean bag chair and a blanket and some pillows in the storage closet for me to grab for when I spend time in here, since it tends to be hours on end.

So, I am currently snuggled into my bean bag chair with my blanket spread across my legs and my laptop on my lap, doing my research. But before I can get too far in, I feel my phone vibrate against my thigh again. I pull it out and a small smile crawls across my face when I see that it is Shinso texting me.

Shinnie <3:

You can totally still call it a date! :D

Shinnie <3:

So, can we possibly meet in person to discuss this date?

Tamaki:

Good, it’s a date then <3.

Tamaki:

Yeah, sure. I will be in the library until 3 if you want to come meet me.

Tamaki:

Do you have any classes after lunch?

Shinnie <3:

I will be there shortly!

Shinnie <3:

No, not right after lunch. My last class of the day is actually the same as yours, History of English.

I stop to think about it. How many of my classes is he actually in? He is younger than me, right? If he is in my classes, then he either started early or he has a higher IQ than most people his age. He seems super smart and like he has an amazing personality. I am shaken from my thoughts when I hear someone speaking with the librarian.

“Do you know where Tamaki Amajiki is miss?” I hear the voice say. The librarian, Mrs. Kim, answers him in her usually sweet voice, “Oh of course dear! Tamaki is my main resident here. You can find him in the far-right corner of the top floor. Trust me, you won’t miss him.” I hear her giggle as the voice thanks her and makes his way up the stairs. As soon as I look up, I see Shinso making his way over to me and I can’t help the small smile that spreads its way across my face. He stops in front of me and looks around, “Wow, well don’t you just get comfy when you’re in here?” I blush and close my laptop. I look at him, then scoot over in my oversized bean bag chair that can fit two or three people depending on size, “Would you care to sit with me? If it makes you uncomfortable, I can take a chair and you can sit here.” He flashes a bright smile at me before jumping on the bean bag next to me and landing with an ‘oof’. “No thanks. I am perfectly fine with sitting next to someone as handsome as you, especially this close to you,” he blushes slightly before letting out a small giggle. This causes my face to go bright red, and all I can think to do at the moment is offer him some of the blanket that is covering my lap. He happily accepts and snuggles into my side, cover up to his neck, trying to burry himself into the bean bag. I smile down at the younger next to me, “you just make your self comfy right next to a complete stranger all the time?” He blushes a deep shade of red before looking up at me, “No, but you seem super nice and I really like the way you make me feel. You make me feel safe. So, do you… mind if I stay like this for a bit?” I can hear his voice start to shake, almost like he is nervous. “Hey, it’s okay. I was only joking. Of course, you can stay like this,” I tell him in the softest, most calming voice I can while I run my fingers through his hair. I hear him let out a soft sigh and see his eyes slowly start to close. Looking at him closely I can tell that he uses makeup to hide the bags under his eyes. I wonder what causes them… is it because he is lacking sleep? Is it because he parties a lot and doesn’t sleep much? Or is it because he is up at all hours of the night worrying about the mysteries of the universe?

I pull him a little more into me and make sure the blanket is wrapped securely around him. After only a minute, I hear soft snores coming from him. ‘Welp, so much for talking about our date tonight,’ I think to myself as I continue to play with his hair.