[ it's not really necessary to say more about his grandfather - and, in reality, it's probably a bad idea to go around giving up information about his family to villains - but tamaki finds himself wanting to explain, anyway. how his quirk runs in the family, how his grandfather started the shop to help others like them, how he sends tamaki gift baskets every now and then to help him practice using his abilities.
how he isn't very healthy anymore.
but again - not necessary. so, instead, he focuses his attention on dabi, watching as the older man surveys the food. tamaki made it all himself; his parents weren't home much, so he was used to cooking his own meals. he didn't need to make so much, or try so hard, but it was impossible not to. after all, wouldn't it make dabi happy, seeing so much good food? wouldn't eating it improve his life, even if just a little? and, if it did, wouldn't that make him like tamaki? maybe even find him worthy of having around?
the tiniest bit of praise is enough to leave him grinning shyly, still pink from that earlier comment. the word date rings in his ears as he carefully takes out his own utensils, and he can't help but be distracted by the sight of dabi eating the food he'd cooked just for him. ]
I hope you like it...
[ he doesn't expect compliments, of course, especially not from this particular man. ]
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Date: 3/27/23 02:18 (UTC)how he isn't very healthy anymore.
but again - not necessary. so, instead, he focuses his attention on dabi, watching as the older man surveys the food. tamaki made it all himself; his parents weren't home much, so he was used to cooking his own meals. he didn't need to make so much, or try so hard, but it was impossible not to. after all, wouldn't it make dabi happy, seeing so much good food? wouldn't eating it improve his life, even if just a little? and, if it did, wouldn't that make him like tamaki? maybe even find him worthy of having around?
the tiniest bit of praise is enough to leave him grinning shyly, still pink from that earlier comment. the word date rings in his ears as he carefully takes out his own utensils, and he can't help but be distracted by the sight of dabi eating the food he'd cooked just for him. ]
I hope you like it...
[ he doesn't expect compliments, of course, especially not from this particular man. ]