Passed up

I hear far behind me an excited “Are you Tamaki?”
I turn around to find a girl, who let me walk right past her a few seconds ago, rushing up to another Asian woman.
What is it about me, I wonder, that made her go “No. Not this asian.”

You know, I had always thought I looked very Tamaki.

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