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Hadou was a fairy.
Whenever she used her quirk, she seemed to float effortlessly through the air, eyes glimmering, hair like some silky ribbon.
Tamaki had always thought she was the prettiest young woman he knew. Possibly the prettiest person ever. But even with her ethereal beauty, the way that her eyes glittered like the ocean at sunset, or her lips, so glossy, and the intoxicating way she seemed to float even as she skipped down the halls of UA... It was never the physical features that made him think like that.
Her personality was a lot. It was like Mirio, on steroids. Mirio, his oldest and closest friend, so much so that they had slowly begun to cross the platonic line, shone like the sun. Bright and fiery. But Hadou... Hadou was the cosmos. Further away, mysterious. But infinitely enchanting, the excited supernovae, the expansive solar systems, the smallest dwarf stars and roaring giants. Mirio was the sun, and nobody could replace him. But the night sky needed its own stars, and Hadou had gladly taken the role.
No, Tamaki never found her looks the prettiest thing about her. It was her bravery, her determination. The way that she twirled bits of her hair around her left pointer finger during tests. The way that when she got excited, she'd speak 1000 words a minute and hop around. The way she'd squeal and him in delight at the most mundane of things, she just seemed to think everything was interesting. She'd thought he was interesting - she'd sort of just inserted herself into his life, and he hadn't even thought of looking back.
It pained him to see her... Not like that.
The universe had gone dark, cold. The black holes were swallowing everything up, the freezing temperatures setting in. Hadou wasn't smiling properly. She'd been hunched over, trailing her feet along the ground like he would. It's like the dark side of his moon was swallowing all of her brightness up.
He knew he shouldn't blame himself. It wasn't his fault. But if he had just been there—
No.
No, he couldn't.
He owed it to her to think logically. To realise who was truly at fault here.
But what he owed her right now was something more. Not a present - she wouldn't appreciate it right now. She'd drowned her sorrows in buying things like she usually did. Tamaki didn't think she knew he'd caught onto her habit. Shopping sprees when she did badly in a test, manicures when her favourite TV show was cancelled. He didn't think even Mirio knew.
Perhaps a hug. A hug might do nicely. It would mean a lot from him; he wasn't terribly into PDA. Or touching people. Or interacting socially with anyone. But she needed a bit of support right now. It was late - but if Tamaki knew anything about this kind of state of mind she had going on, it was that she'd be awake for another few hours yet. He had his headphones on - noise cancelling, the best kind, to help him on public transport - and made his way down to her room, when the floor rumbled and shook. He hadn't even noticed it the first few times, it just felt like someone running upstairs with heavy feet.
But, one glance outside of the window nearby, and he saw his fairy floating in the air. Blue hair, so much shorter, still silky. Face, like porcelain that had been chipped and mended with gold as per tradition, covered in red. And her eyes.
They were closed.
Shit.