First day of school at UA. You wore your hair out, as usual, and made sure it covered most of your face, except for a small slither that you could see though at least… you didn’t want to make an idiot of yourself on the first day by falling over something and drawing attention for yourself.
Cautiously, you entered the classroom and sat down at a desk at the back of the room and hung your head so that your hair would fall like a curtain completely across your face.
The minute the classroom light was shaded by your locks you felt more at ease, enclosed in your own little world.
It was while you were sitting there that you felt the presence of someone sit down at the desk next to you and you glanced from the corner of your eye to see who it was.
It was a boy, with pointy ears, like an elf, and with long hair… his fringe was the longest part so it covered his face but was spiked at the back and when he sat down he placed his hands in his lap and looked down, his whole aura screaming nervousness.
“So there’s someone else in this class like me? Someone just as nervous…”
You turned your head a little more to look at him and he must have sensed you looking because he turned his head a little to look back at you too.
He had intense looking eyes but his lips were quivering and you quickly looked away the minute his eyes met your one eye peaking out from between the curtains of your fringe.
The two of you shrank down in your seats a little and kept your heads down but thankfully class started so there were no more chances to accidentally look at each other.
Once that first day had ended, you had hidden in the girls toilets so that you gave everyone else enough time to get their things before you went to the lockers to get your stuff- you hated it when there were too many people around.
Satisfied that you had left enough time, you exited the toilets and went to grab your bag, eager to get home…
You were so focused on getting out of the door that you didn’t see it was raining and slipped as you stepped down the first step.
But, before you could fall further, someone… or rather, something grabbed your arm and you quickly looked over your shoulder to see who it was.
At the same time that you looked back, you also looked up, realizing it was raining and that’s what had caused you to slip.
Now with face pointing upwards, your hair had fallen out of the way, revealing your whole face to the shy boy who had grabbed you, the same one you had looked at in the mornings class.
He had turned his fingers into octopus tentacles and had wrapped them around your wrist to grab you.
Seeing his quirked fingers clearly, coupled with the sudden horror of knowing that he had seen your complete face, made you shriek- which scared the living daylights out of him and he screamed as well, letting you go and backing up quickly.
Now embarrassed, you got up and fled, slipping and tripping as you raced down the stairs and out into the rain.
The poor shy boy, Tamaki, watched you go, his awestruck face showing his surprise at seeing your whole face.
“The… mark… on her face… it’s beautiful! It’s shaped just like a butterfly!”
The next day you entered school like you usually did, keeping your face down and form small, so as not to draw attention to yourself.
Quietly, you slipped into the first class and sat down in the seat you had sat in yesterday, glancing to your left when you felt the presence of the boy from yesterday.
As you snuck a peak at him, you saw his was already looking at you shyly and you quickly looked away again.
“A-Are you ok?” he whispered softly.
You quickly looked at him again, making sure your hair was still covering most of your face.
“Mmhmm,” you hummed softly with a nod.
He nodded and looked back down at his desk and you did the same, smiling a little to yourself.
All that day you felt the shy boy stealing glances at you and you felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that maybe he thought you looked terrible- now that he had seen your face, and thus, your birthmark.
“He’s probably trying to see how ugly it is,” you thought with dejection when you caught him watching you from the corner of his eye again.
This happened for about a week until one afternoon, when you were leaving school, he shyly approached you.
“Umm hi. I’m Tamaki…” he said in the softest voice as he wrung his hand into his bag strap over his shoulder and stared at the floor.
“I’m Y/N,” you replied just as softly.
There was a lull in the conversation so you took that as the perfect time to leave and turned to run from your locker.
“I… I like your butterfly,” he suddenly blurted out and you looked back over your shoulder at him.
“Butterfly?” you asked, confused.
He hung his head and his bottom lip quivered as he tried to formulate his next sentence but it was taking too long and it was starting to stress him out that you were waiting on him, and it was all too much for him!
In a moment of panic he turned and pressed his forehead to the lockers and you watched on curiously. You could feel his nervous energy from where you stood and it made you feel a little more confident- that there was someone possibly shyer than you around.
“Butterfly?” you asked again, a little more confidently, “what butterfly?”
“On your cheek and over your eye,” he said, still facing the locker.
It was then that you realized he was taking about your birthmark and you instinctively covered it with your hand, even though your hair was still concealing it.
“I.. it’s not a butterfly. It’s ugly,” you said in a suddenly emotional voice, upset that he had indeed seen it and on top of that was wanting to talk about it.
He turned his head to look at you, the top of his head still against the locker.
“It looks like a butterfly and butterflies are pretty,” he said in the most innocent voice you had ever heard.
“Pretty?! Is he calling my birthmark pretty?! Is… what… I…”
Overwhelmed, you turned and fled, not sure how you were feeling right then, your heart caught in a whirlwind of emotions.
“W-wait! Y/N!” Tamaki called out after you, not understanding why you had run.
You sprinted all the way home, not caring that the wind was blowing the hair back from your face.
Racing into your house and up the stairs, you barely touched them as you beelined to your room and slammed the door shut behind you- safe from the boy who had caused your heart to react like that.
You lay face down on your bed, panting and asking yourself what it all meant until you calmed down and fell asleep.
The next day, you were extra shy around Tamaki, hiding your smiles whenever he looked at you.
At the end of the day you were again trying to leave when he called out to you.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly when he approached you, “I didn’t mean to make you run away from me yesterday? I’m sorry if I said something weird or—,”
“No! No… it’s fine, I… I just don’t like this stupid mark on my face and you saw it and—,”
“It’s pretty,” he blurted out.
You clammed up, your heart suddenly thumping so hard that it made it hard to talk and for the second time in two day, you fled, leaving behind a confused and sad Tamaki.
“I don’t think she likes me very much,” he thought as he sighed and slowly made his way home.
At home, you were stressed, a pair of scissors in hand, poised at your long fringe.
“No… yes? No! I can’t… yes I can… I totally can. NO!” Back and forth you warred until finally you did it…
The next morning you walked into class and sat down, looking across to Tamaki and smiling bashfully.
His face flushed pink when he looked at you and saw what you had done to your hair… then he looked away… then back again.
“Y-You look really pretty,” he whispered shyly… “I can see your face and your butterfly…”
“It’s all thanks to you,” you replied tenderly, “you gave me to courage to show my face… thank you.”
He smiled, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked away bashfully and you smiled again, looking down at your desk.
“Thank you, Tamaki,” you thought to yourself, reaching up to touch your face with your fingers, “thanks to you I’m not afraid to show my face, or my mark, because I know you think it’s pretty and that’s all that matters to me…”