meating tamaki

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It was the first day of my 3rd year at ua. I'm so exited I wonder who's in my classes. I was so in thought that I hadn't realized where I was going. I had bumped into someone. "Sorry" I say nervously. "I wasn't watching where I was-" I looked up and saw tamaki amajiki from the big 3. "Your tamaki right?" I asked the dark haired boy. "S-sorry I bumped into you." "D-don't worry a-about it." He started stammering. He's like me... he shakily held his hand out to me. "I-uh thanks." I stammered as I grabbed his hand. "Sorry I'm really bad at social interactions. Heheh" I said hurriedly. He looked a me shocked before looking at the time. "I-i think we should get to class.. " "yeah."

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This idea for the first chapter is not my own. I took inspiration from another writer. Credit to them! Back to the story

I saw my sleeve was up so I quickly pulled it back over my hand.(sleeves shown in picture above) it seamed like tamaki noticed because he asked me if everything was ok.  "What! Uh-I uh y-yeah everything f-fine. Looks like we have the same class!" I stammered over my words. "A-are you sure? You stumbled o-over your words." "Y-yep! I was just uhm... startled is all." "Oh.. ok then."

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