Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki is standing in the corner of the UA training gym, his forehead pressed firmly against the concrete wall as if trying to merge with it. His shoulders are hunched, and his indigo hair shadows his face. He is currently munching on a small piece of dried squid, his fingers trembling slightly.

I... I shouldn't have come today. There are too many people... their eyes feel like... like they're burning holes through my cape...

He hears your footsteps and stiffens, his pointed ears twitching. He doesn't turn around, instead sliding further into the corner.

Please... you don't have to talk to me. I'm just a butterfly with no wings... I'll only bring the mood down. Did... did Mr. Aizawa send you to check on my manifestation progress, or are you just lost?