#hiro hamada x female reader

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a/n: @uwukiity :))) i did it. also i changed the gif guys ! isnt it cute ??? hope u all enjoy this lolololol

“Awww, is our little barista feeling all better now?”

“Shut up before you have to make your own coffee, Hamada,” You snort, handing him his usual order. Hiro inhales deeply, taking a small sip of the piping hot latte you’d just made at his request.

His nose wrinkles, looking up as he swirls the liquid in his mouth. His lips purse, trying to place the flavour. “Is that cinnamon?”

“Yeap,” You answer, popping the ‘p’ as you clean the milk frother. “Is it good?”

“It’s enh,” He shrugs, propping his elbows up on the counter as he leans against it and watches you clean.

“And?” You prompt, awaiting a more elaborately put review.

“It’s decent.”

You plop the cloth down, stopping to stand right in front of him across the counter. “And?” 

“And what?”

It’s clear that he’s just messing with you now, judging from the little quirk in the corner of his lips as he suppresses his smirk. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you reevaluate your options. You’d have asked Tadashi to taste-test your coffees and experiments, but he’s constantly at SFIT. Cass was more than ready to try them, but she was already constantly busy running the cafe that you didn’t want to pile on more to her plate.

As such, that only left you with Hiro. 

“Is it too sweet? Too sour? Does it mask any bitterness or draw it out?”

He takes another long, drawn-out sip, smacking his lips together obnoxiously. “Kinda sweet, but I guess it’s okay. It could do with some more cinnamon to help bring out the fruitiness of the beans more.”

You grin, leaning back. “Thank you, my beloved guinea pig.”

“Anytime, psycho.” He says simply before continuing to sip away at his first coffee of the day. He’d been coming down more often lately, but it was usually in the afternoons. So, mornings like these were rare. 

“What’s got you up so early, anyway?” You ask, taking out the dishes and placing them where you’d be able to grab them conveniently when a customer ordered any of the pastries in the display case. 

He shrugs. “Wanted to get an early start to the day.” 

“Cool,” You toss a damp cloth at him, watching him scramble to catch it without letting it fall into his cup, “help me wipe down the tables.”

“You know, I’m technically your boss too.” He informs you but still does it anyway.

“Tell me that when you give me my paycheck,” You snort, opening the fridge to check on the cans of whipped cream and mentally counting them for the stock take. Once you've confirmed that all your things are there, you begin to make yourself a coffee. 

“Just you wait,” He comes back to the counter with his cloth and the spray bottle filled with cleaning liquid, placing them both away. “I’ll tattle to Cass.”

“Snitch. You can try, though I doubt she’ll do anything about it. She loves me too much,” You reply over the hiss of the milk frother. Kneeling down to grab a canister of whipped cream from the fridge, you shake it and start placing some on top of your hot coffee. You can feel his eyes on you, looking back up with a raised brow. 

“What?”

“Are you seriously putting whipped cream on your cappuccino?” He says in disbelief.

“Yeah,” You hum, taking a swing and letting a contented sigh slip past your lips.

“But it’s already like, 70 percent milk.”

“And gummy bears are like, 100% pure sugar. So, you’re just eating spoonfuls of sugar. What’s your point?” He’s stumped for an answer, knitted brows and pursed lips trying to find a retort. 

“I don’t like you,” He sighs in defeat, frowning as he takes a final sip from his cup and hands it to you expectantly. “More.”

You don’t take it, crossing your arms with raised brows as you wait patiently. He rolls his eyes. “Please?”

Grinning, you grab his cup and pour freshly brewed black coffee inside it. Five sugars and one creamer, that’s how he likes it. “You should really consider why you don’t have a social life.” 

“I have friends,” He says defensively, “And says you.”

“Where?” You ignore the second part of his sentence, placing his cup back down on the counter.

“...I dunno- look, I haven’t spoken to them in a while.” He says tightly, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he stares at his coffee. 

“Mine are pretty chill,” You hum, making the decision to change the topic. “I think you’d like Noah, though.” The thought of the two together makes you chuckle. Noah, whose carefree and easygoing nature with Hiro who’s incredibly reckless and irresponsible. 

“Who’s that?” Hiro asks curiously, intrigued by the mention of a new name. 

“He’s the other barista I worked with at my old job. He’s great and helped me a lot when I first came here,” You say with a fond smile, the both of you moving to sit down at an empty table. 

“Oh?” 

“Shut it, he’s like 19 with a girlfriend. I’m still surprised he even managed to ask her out.” You snort, sitting down opposite him and holding the coffee, letting the heat spread through the ceramic and warm your hands.

“I could have a girlfriend,” Hiro muses, looking offended at the way you choke visibly on your drink.

“You?” You splutter incredulously, coughing violently as the coffee makes its way down the wrong pipe and burning your insides in the process. You glance up through teary eyes, seeing him smile at your current state as he enjoys watching you suffer. Once the violent coughs end, you clear your throat, pretending that nothing happened.

“Aren’t you gonna get back to your work?” You question, glancing at the clock and realising it’s almost time to open the cafe. “Shoo,” You add, dismissing him with a quick wave. He shrugs, hopping off the seat and heading to the basin. You follow suit, wanting to quickly wash your cups so that you can give the table a quick wipe and unlock the door. 

You stare at his outstretched hand, looking back up at him curiously. He rolls his eyes, already having pushed up the sleeves of his hoodie to wash his cup. “Your mug, silly.”

You hand it to him with a bright grin, calling out a quick thanks as you leave to do your tasks. The sign on the door is the only thing left, and you take a moment to breathe, staring at the word ‘Open’ before you turn it so it faces the front. 

“What are we waiting for?” You flinch, surprised by Hiro’s sudden appearance. His sleeves are back down to his wrists, his hands shoved into his pockets as he waits for a response. 

“Nothing.” You clear your throat, quickly flipping the sign over and unlocking the door. You turn back around, about to ask him another question when you spot the back of his blue hoodie heading back up the stairs. Oh well. Looks like whatever put him in such a good mood this morning finally wore off.

The phone rings in the middle of your shift, vibrating strongly in the pocket of your apron as you hold the milk frother in place, narrowly avoiding a cloud of hot steam as you adjust your stance. You place it on the counter, checking the notifications to see a message from your brother.

Hiro catches you giggling when he rounds the corner of the counter, placing an empty cup in front of you. You put your phone away hastily, grabbing his cup and pouring some black coffee from the jug Cass kept aside for Hiro. He eyes the phone in your apron pocket suspiciously, taking the cup back from you and taking a sip. “What’s so funny?”

“Huh?” You’re momentarily confused, but you realise what he’s referring to upon following his gaze to your apron pocket. “It’s nothing, just a stupid picture Luke sent me.” The reminder makes you chuckle again, a bright grin on your lips.

“Hm.” He doesn’t say anything, taking another long sip and smacking his lips together, proceeding to chug the rest down. “What’d he send you?” He asks casually, eyeing the coffee stains on the inner rim of his mug. 

“I told you, a stupid picture.” You roll your eyes in amusement, leaning on the counter as you watch Hiro clear his throat, spotting the tips of his ears slowly flushing a soft pink. What a nerd.

“I wanna see it.” He waits expectantly, and you oblige his request, regardless of how sudden it is. You open your conversation with him, clicking on the picture and turning the phone around so he can see it. He leans in, not noticing that his hoodie strings are nearly in his own empty mug. You react, grabbing the string and moving it aside. 

Hiro blinks. “What is this?” 

“Told you it’s stupid.” You laugh at the picture of a forklift holding a tiny plastic fork, turning off your phone again after indulging his curiosity. 

“Who’s Luke, anyway? Your boyfriend? Can’t be. You’re too old.” He snorts in amusement, smiling smugly when your smile drops, eyes narrowing into a glare. 

“We’re the same age.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, but you’re an old soul at heart, so, doesn’t count.” You roll your eyes. You’re not getting anywhere with this idiot. “Another coffee?”

“You have a serious problem,” You mutter, filling his cup with pure milk. “Here, for the growing boy.” 

“I will have you know I’m almost 5 '5,” He says defensively. “It’s just taking a little time to set in.” You knew better. Tadashi had revealed in casual conversation that Hiro’s only 5’0. Oh well, it’s too early to crush the boy’s dreams.

“Yeah, maybe when you’re 25.” Your muffled chuckles attract the attention of Cass, who looks over with a curious smile from the cafe table a short distance away. Hiro scoffs, taking his cup and chugging down all of it defiantly, slamming it back down. 

“Wash it and bring it back to me afterwards.” He amends his sentence when you raise a disbelieving brow, using a fingertip to push it aside. “I mean, please wash it and put it aside, I’ll come back later to collect it.”

“That’s more like it.” You wink, taking the cup and setting it down in the basin to wash with the rest of the other dishes. 

“Still technically your boss!” He calls out as he leaves. You ignore it, starting on the rest of the dishes. 

You continue stacking the plates, putting them away in their respective places when you hear something being set on the countertop. 

“Hey sweetie, are you feeling better?” 

You smile at Cass, standing back up. “I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s gonna take more than that to knock me off my feet.” To prove your point, you flex your arm cheekily. “Built like an al-dente noodle, as my mom once said.”

A delightful laugh bubbles from her lips, your (actual) boss thoroughly amused. “If you say so. Just in case though, maybe you should rest up tomorrow.” 

“I’ll be fine!” Cass tuts, effectively cutting you off with a purse of her lips. “Boooo,” You complain jokingly. “But isn’t there anything else I can do?” 

She pauses, a hand on her chin as she thinks of a task to assign you. She smiles slowly, a slight chill running down your back. You didn’t like that smile. Not one bit. “On second thought, maybe I will take that day off…”

Cass hums mischievously. “Actually, the cafe isn’t that busy today, so I can handle it. Instead, I need you to drag Hiro out for some exercise. He’s been cooped up in his room or the garage. It’s like he doesn’t even know what sunlight is!”

A chime sounds through the cafe, drawing your attention to another customer who’s just left. It’s currently the late afternoon, and there were just a few customers in their respective seats. All the dishes are washed and kept, and Hiro’s mug sits cosily in the corner beside the cash register. 

If there’s anything you’ve learnt from working in cafes, it’s that times like these signal maximum boredom. You look at Cass who’s waiting patiently for an answer, grinning slyly. “All I have to do is get him out to exercise, right?”

She nods. 

That’s all you have to do, but she didn’t say how. 

“I’m in.”

— — — — — 

“C’mon Einstein, let’s go touch some grass!” You exclaim, happily slamming open the door to Hiro and Tadashi’s shared bedroom. The curtains are drawn shut on Hiro’s side of the room, a small desk lamp lighting the piles of discarded blueprints on the floor. The boy himself is sitting cross-legged on his chair, a single headlamp on his forehead as he frowns at the notepad he’s sketching on. 

“That’s you, Hiro,” Tadashi calls out as he puts on his cap.

“Where’re you heading off to?” You ask, noting how his side of the room drastically contrasted with Hiro’s. Sunlight spills past the window, dimming whatever items it can reach with a soft glow. The bed is neatly made, not a single speck of dust on any piece of furniture.

“I gotta go back to the lab.” He answers cheerfully, ruffling your hair with a grin. “Have fun, kids!” He calls out behind him as he leaves. Hiro stirs at the sound of his brother’s voice, turning around. His gaze lands on you, and he arches an unimpressed brow. 

“Is Einstein the worst you could come up with?” 

“What dentist died and made you their heir?” You counter. He pauses for a beat, mulling over your words. He gives you an acknowledging nod, swivelling his seat back around to focus on his work. You take a tentative step forward, avoiding the scattered cans of Red Bull and stray packets of gummy bears that litter the floor. 

“Forget about Einstein, I think he lived somewhere better than this pigsty,” You mutter under your breath, freezing when Hiro clears his throat. 

“I heard that.” 

“No, you didn’t.”

He shrugs, turning his attention back to his notepad. Upon closer inspection, you notice the corkboard perched against the wall, various tools spread across it. A stack of rewired motherboards and circuits remains unfinished beside it. Below his desk is a mini fridge that once you open, reveals a tooth-rotting amount of gummy bears, along with chewing gum and more energy drinks. 

He has everything he needs to stay alive and functioning in his room. With a side of a potential heart attack, of course. This realisation makes you scan his desk, hopefully looking for a way to drag him outside. Something catches your eye and you lean closer, staring at a bot with a yellow smiley face. 

You lift it up, inspecting every inch of it with intrigue. “Tell me this is your first-grade project without telling me this is your first-grade project.”

“Believe it or not, my project was a volcano.” He says, briefly glancing at the bot in your hands before continuing to write out formulas anywhere with empty space on his paper. “A solar-powered volcano. Had miniature animals and everything.”

“Huh. Did you get first place?” You ask, feigning disinterest, though you were very much invested in this never-before-heard childhood backstory of his.

“Yeah.” Somehow, the memory is enough to break him out of his trance. He grins. “The volcano worked a little too well. I still remember the looks on everyone’s faces when it caught on fire.”

“Y’know what, that actually increased my respect for you by a margin.” You say, unable to hide your impressed smile. “Then when did you make this one?”

He chuckles, finally setting down his notepad and taking it from your hands with a fond smile. “Like, two years ago? Megabot won me loads of bot fights.” You hum in thought, a seed of an idea growing in your mind and further watered by mischievousness.

“Guess I should take him for a spin then.”

“Wha-?”

Hiro doesn’t get a moment to react when you snatch the bot out of his hands and run out the door with a maniacal laugh. You can hear him chasing after you, footsteps thudding down the stairs. You put on your shoes with record speed, racing out the door. 

“What’re you-” 

“Gotcha.” You grin widely, taking a step forward to hand Megabot back to a panting Hiro. He takes it from you with flushed cheeks, trying to catch his breath after being forced to do unexpected exercise. “We’re going for a walk.”

“I can’t, I gotta get back to-”

You grab the hood of his hoodie, effectively stopping him from heading back inside his house. “And how long have you been stuck?” You ask, prompting an annoyed huff from him. He crosses his arms sulkily, Megabot dangling from his grip.

“If I’m doing this, I want ice cream.”

— — — — —

People tend to think that taking a walk is simple enough. After all, it’s just moving your legs one step at a time. The cool breeze, the warm sunlight, and even the bustle of the city are more than enough to stimulate their senses. Everyone’s happy and cheerful, socialising and being comfortable with themselves.

Clearly, these people have never had the pleasure of dragging Hiro Hamada outside.

“My ice cream is mine.” Hiro scoffs, swatting away your outstretched hand. You frown, drawing it back. “You wouldn’t have to deal with this if you just let me do my work, y’know.”

“I do know, thank you very much,” You sigh, scowling when he suddenly turns to look back and you withdraw your hand once more at the missed opportunity to get some of his ice cream. “I’m already regretting it.”

“Hey, you’re the one that decided to go all saviour on me.” He shrugs, using his spoon to scoop a large amount of ice cream from his cup, pointing it at you accusingly. “Can’t blame me for wanting a treat.”

“Wow. You’re really gonna use my hard-earned money on yourself.” You drawl monotonously.

He pauses with the spoon in his mouth, pondering in deep thought. “Yes.”

“You suck.”

He merely smiles, raising a brow at your finished gelato. “I thought you were lactose intolerant.”

“I eat what I want,” You reply defensively, watching him scoff down the rest of his ice cream in one go. He winces soon after, holding the sides of his head with eyes squeezed shut. “Brain freeze?”

He confirms it with a nod, and you wait patiently for it to be over. Once it is, he stands back up to throw away his cup and yours, waiting for you at the exit. The door jingles shut behind you, the bustling city greeting your ears once more.

You’re tugged to the side from a sudden grip on your arm, looking up with a scowl before realising that Hiro just saved you from being knocked flat on the sidewalk by a skateboarder. “Thanks,” You say gratefully, jogging to catch up with him. He simply shrugs, dismissing his good deed as nothing more than a passing action.

You force him to follow you to the park, taking a stroll around and waving to the little animals that either bark, meow, or caw back at you. Luckily, he hadn’t complained as much after the gelato. Otherwise, you’d be at each other’s necks by now.

“So, how’s your project coming along?”

It seems to be one of the few consistent questions you ask him these days, and for good reason too. Having the pressure of an older brother and his friends all in the same nerd school isn’t something most can shoulder on their own. You eye the way his shoulders sag when he exhales, sudden tiredness in his eyes. Yet, there’s a spark of determination, and stubbornness that refuses to let anything get in the way of his goal.

“It’s going good,” He hums, pulling out his phone and showing you a picture of various mathematical equations and nonsensical handwriting on what appears to be his tablet hooked up to his monitor. “Pretty sick, right? I’ve got all the backend stuff down, and I just need to keep testing and prototyping now for the neurotransmitter.”

“Right,” You say encouragingly, though the hesitance in your voice gives away how clueless you are about all this. Sure, you’ve done your fair share of research on your own, but it’s only surface-level. Who knows what’s going on in that head of his. 

He raises a brow, pocketing his phone. “What about you?”

“I’m working on this article about this new policy my school got put in place,” you grimace, “it’s mainly about how the administrators want the campus to be more ‘green’ and environmentally friendly.” 

“Huh.” He brushes off a leaf that lands on his shoulder, watching it slowly fall to the ground. “You don’t seem too excited about that.” He remarks offhandedly, observing your every movement.

“That’s because the actions they’re taking are ridiculous.” You explain with a roll of your eyes. “They’ve implemented bathroom break limitations, printers aren’t allowed to be used unless a teacher gives explicit consent…Sometimes a girl’s just gotta pee, y’know?”

“Well, what do the other students have to say about it?” 

You huff out a frustrated sigh. “No one’s happy about it, obviously.”

“Then use that,” He states simply, “you’re a journalist, aren’t you? The voices of the people have to be heard. Get their opinions on the changes, and with a voice that loud? The faculty won’t be able to just brush it aside.”

Your steps slow to a halt, pursing your lips in thought as you consider the idea he’s just presented to you as simply as saying the sky is blue. He’s right, of course, but why didn’t you think of that before? 

The student council will never let it pass. But it couldn’t hurt to try….right?

The phone in your pocket vibrates with a new notification. You groan, reading the text that Leo, your fellow aspiring journalist in the same club just sent you. Hiro looks at you curiously, having heard your sigh as you hang your head. “Speak of the devil. I gotta go.” 

“Gone so soon?”

“Don’t tell me you’ll miss me, Hamada,” You joke, grinning at the way he sticks out his tongue in playful disgust. “That article I told you about? The deadline just moved up to tomorrow.”

He snorts, chuckling in pure amusement as you begin to walk faster. “Good luck!” He calls out to your retreating back. 

You wave a dismissive hand without looking back.

— — — — —

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[bomber-grl]

Hiro x Drop dead gorgeous!reader

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader

To say you’re good looking would be a severe understatement and everyone knew it

Even hiro had to admit that when he first saw you he had to take a moment to collect himself

Which only got worse when you got introduced to him and became part of the group

And of course, you eventually started dating

Hiro never said it out loud but DAMN

Seriously, you’re really good looking and even if he tries to act non chalant it was getting more and more difficult to ignore

He was always reminded of it too

You’d be walking to the bus station or maybe just walking back to the lucky cat cafe

But either way people would always be staring and those who were bold enough actually approached you to compliment you

Hiro was used to it, I mean he knew and everyone knew so it wasn’t some elaborate secret

But he did get jealous occasionally

Even if he tries shrugging it off more for your convenience

You’re obviously with hiro because you absolutely adore him and unfortunately you’ve been oblivious to his jealousy

That is, until you both are standing by waiting for honey lemon and the rest of the group while at SFAI

You’d just been chilling and goofing off like usual when a presumably student approaches you two

They completely ignore hiros presence and aim for you

They immediately ask for you to be their muse for their paintings and the other asks if you’d do the same but for their photographs

Eventually the group arrives and they (especially gogo) shoos them away and the rest of the evening continues

But it isn’t until you’re walking back to the lucky cat cafe after getting off a bus that some rando was near by and approached

Same old same old

But it was different, the person asked if you’d like to join their company and who knows what really

In the end they handed you a card for a modeling company and when you turned to a very confused hiro and explained how this was one of many cards you have in your drawer back home he was flabbergasted

I mean not only did you catch everyone’s attention and made hiro feel excluded by that but also making him feel insecure

Yea, actually shocking

You could tell hiro wasn’t in the best mood once you got back to his room and when you ask he just explodes

Not at you- just in general

He goes off on how he feels and his cheeks flush and angry red when he begins to explain his jealousy in a non direct way

He knew you’d tease him but when you hugged and reassured him instead he already felt better

Enough of the more angst hcs let’s move into the sweet ones

Best believe hiro was TEASED when you two first got together by the group

I mean it was so obvious how he couldn’t even look you in the eye at first because of how good looking you were

It was all just so funny and knowing you like him back made it even more so

Hiro is a menace and we all know how he often is sassy and just participates in gremlin activities

Butttt luckily for you you can use your looks and hiros weak spot for them to your advantage

He loves to tease you

All.the.time.

So when you’re finally able to you do it to the best of your abilities and go all out

He gets absolutely k.o’d

Which he 100% deserves

Honestly most times he’s just unapologetically down bad while simultaneously trying to avoid having you see his red ass face

He’s such a cutie patootie

He’d seriously be upset when some other guy approaches you with the idea of dating you

Doesn’t blame you for it tho

[thequeenrains]

“And then I see you... And I love you all over again.”

Tags: midnight talks; closure; kinda painful ig; unrequited love (or is it)

Summary: Sometimes, we all try to find peace in the midst of the chaos that is happening within our lives. But how can you find chaos if the same person that brings you that same problem is also someone that you find hard to let go?

Word Count: 2697 words

The moon shined brightly above the horizon, in its full glory, putting those who are a witness to her beauty in a tranquil daze at such a magical encounter. The dark surroundings were slightly luminated by her gentle light, bringing forth to the vision little details of the path to the city and silhouette of the trees that, at that hour, seemed like they hold such mysterious secrets kept for decades. The stars twinkled and danced along side the bright luminous moon, shining on their own rhythm, singing to the light of their almighty companion.

You felt the kiss of the evening breeze, which in turn made you hug your ukulele. You let your gaze wander through the dark silhouettes of the sleeping city, the sound of the insects humming in a choir in the distance serving as your accompaniment to the acoustic music that you were trying to create at that hour. 'My', you thought to yourself,  'I wonder what's in store for me?'

Through the moment of silent contemplation, and the staring and trying to make sense of the silhouettes painted in the distance, your fingers found itself lingering on to the frets of the instrument that you held tightly between your grasps. With clueless hands and a wandering mind, you let whatever music that may be produced from your thoughtless fingertips on for the silence of the world to hear. With each motion, the small scarf tied to the neck of the ukulele made a little moving motion, slightly tickling your leg. Shifting slightly from your position, you continued on to play to the insects and the darkness.

Mindlessly, you found yourself playing the intro of a song you know by heart. As if on instinct, your hands knew the correct tempo, the precise rhythm, and the correct placement of the chords that you didn't have to take a second glance to know where your fingertips were at, because your heart knew where to place them. And with each breath you took serving as the metronome for the rhythm and the tempo.

Your phone then rang, throwing you off of the daze that you found yourself caught on. You glanced at the contact saw that it was Hiro. Smiling a bit, you placed your phone on the window sill and answered the call. You pressed the speaker button and smiled as his voice soon filled the silence of your solitude.

"Hello," you greeted.

"Hey," he replied, his voice noticeably deep.

"How was your nap?" You asked with a little giggle. He chuckled and you could hear a yawn from the other side, signifying that he just, indeed, woke up from his nap.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's already late."

You giggled a bit and eyed the moon up above, humming a bit before answering his query. "The moon's beautiful tonight."

Your hand began to strum your ukulele. You let a few notes hang in the air for a moment, before you began to hum along the lyrics of the song that you were playing earlier. Somehow, you found yourself being sucked into the small world that the melody brought forth, and you almost forgot that you were in the phone with someone.

"Hold on, I have to grab something," he said, which then somehow snapped you out of the little reverie you caught yourself onto. You could hear the shuffling of the covers from the other line and you hummed in acknowledgement. Continuing to strum your ukulele, the pattern over the past second became more and more consistent, and each strum becoming more and more familiar. You waited for the cue and then began sing the first lines of the song Heavy Crown by Trixie Mattel.

"Heavy head and a heavy crown, had a few since you came to town. Where are you gonna keep them still?"

"Winning's losing with a couple strings, it's a choosing between two things. It's a two-piece suit or all the frills."

You giggled a bit when your finger strummed the wrong string. You then paused and eyed the moon above, continuing on with your contemplation all the while waiting for the other person form the other side of the line to come back.

"Why'd you stop?" Hiro suddenly spoke.

His question made you blink. Needing a moment to process his question, you stayed silent, slightly confused. When you finally caught up, you could feel your eyes widening in shock and your heart stopping for a moment.

"O-oh? You heard that?" You asked, flustered. You could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. No one ever heard you sing, you didn't let anyone listen or at least hear you open your lips to hum a certain tune or even a melody.

His sweet chuckle from the other line made your cheeks grow redder. As if that wasn't already embarrassing enough. "Yeah I did. You have a beautiful voice. C'mon, you need to sing more often."

You nervously laughed and bit your lip. "Uhm..."

"It's the first time I heard you sing actually. C'mon, sing a tune."

You stopped yourself from smiling at his compliment. You weren't going to lie, that felt great. It felt good to somehow be appreciated for the small things that you felt quite shy about. However, you were still embarrassed from earlier so you said; "No. I don't..." you cleared your throat and eyed the horizon above, "I don't sing anymore so I'm quite, y'know, rusty... and bad. Really bad." You said the last sentence in a whisper.

Unfortunately for you, Hiro heard that. "Why? I think you have a good voice. It'd be a waste if you're not singing anymore."

You let out a sad laugh, the stars twinkling in the horizon also gave you the impression that they were laughing at you too. "Well, it's just... people used to laugh at me and stuff when I do sing so like... yeah."

Utter silence from the other line.

You waited for a moment, playing with the scarf around the neck of your ukulele before you looked back at your phone to see if the line was cut off or not. Strangely, it was still connected. So he just wasn't talking...

You raised a brow, confused. "Hiro?"

"Yeah? Oh sorry. Hold on, I'm just thinking of ways to hunt that someone down," he said with a grunt from the other line.

You cracked a genuine smile, something that you really can't manage especially after recalling such a sad memory that you kept at the back of your mind, never to be remembered. You giggled a bit at his statement and sighed. "Well, what more is there to do now? I mean, I still suck at it. And like, it still is traumatizing me at this point so..."

"Look, whatever you're thinking right now— stop. You have a good voice and I would die just to listen to that again."

You couldn't help the smile breaking onto your face, the heat climbing up your cheeks, and the tears that somehow found itself up to your eyes.

"Oh you," you said with a laugh, in an attempt to push down the tears from pouring out of your eyes.

"What? It's true. Now, who ever laughed at you for singing, well, I would like to have a little chat with them. Just... just a chat," you can hear the humor in his voice and you couldn't help but keep laughing at his silly remarks.

"Is this a tactic to get me to sing to you?" You asked him, tone playfully taunting.

He hummed from the other line, "No...? Well, I'm just trying to prove my point here. What do you have against that?" You could literally hear his smile from the way he said his statement.

You shook your head, although he couldn't see you. "Nothing. Just... trying to find out the intent behind these flattering words."

"Not a single ill intention," you could hear his chuckle, "I just wanted to give you the words that you needed to hear."

"Well, how kind of you," you said with a giggle, feigning formality like that of a princess. Hiro laughed from the other line. You then let silence fall between the both of you.

You eyed the moon above —  still on her full glory. You never know what is it with the moon and the way it does always give you the feeling of safety, but here you are — basking in the comfort of her dim light, listening to the insects in the distance, and laughing without a care in the world with your friend over the phone. You also have a feeling that Hiro was also peering out of his window, eyeing the moon. You wondered for a moment if he was feeling the same as you were at that very moment — at peace.

You can picture him perched on his window sill, phone in hand and probably doing something else whilst listening to you, like what he always does.

In the midst of the silence, he called out your name. You hummed in return, telling him that you were still there, listening.

"I'm sorry."

You blinked, confused. "For what?"

"For... for everything." You could hear the defeat in his voice from the other line.

You couldn't help the sad smile. Biting your lip, you ran through the things that you wanted to say to him. But since things already happened, and there was no turning back now, you only settled on; "There's nothing to be sorry about, Hiro—"

"Look, I know I messed up big time but I..." he took a pause, as if trying to regain his composure, "I just don't want to lose you." You sighed at his statement, but nonetheless, continued to wear that same smile that you would always give him as something to assure him. But at that moment, it seemed that the emotion was directed to you — you were assuring yourself.

"Well, it's okay." It's fine. You're okay. "And I'm still here Hiro," you assured him. But as you did so, your smile slowly began to lose its emotion. There were moments that you had to put yourself aside just so you wouldn't ruin things for the both of you. It was hard, yes. But... somehow, you were fine. You just had to gather whatever courage you had for yourself and silently fight the battles that you were left alone with.

"Yeah but I... I'm still sorry."

"It's okay. I don't blame you, okay? There's absolutely nothing wrong with that. Your feelings are valid. Always. Remember that, okay?"

"I..." somehow, you could hear him battle out his own demons just judging by the tone of his voice. And there it is again, you thought to yourself. At this point, you knew how to read him as if he was an open book. He was guilty. You took a deep breath and thought of whatever you can say to him that'll somehow put him at ease.

Somehow, despite the hurt that he gave you, you still found compassion for him. You wanted to hate him for what he did, but oddly, you can never find it in yourself to loathe him. You can never find it in yourself to be angry at him entirely. You care too much. You have no idea if that is a blessing or a curse. Nonetheless, you still found words to somehow put him at ease, and you're hoping it will give him peace.

"Hey, don't be too harsh on yourself. Things happen and you shouldn't beat yourself up for it. Don't worry about me, just focus on Megan, 'kay? I'm fine. Trust me. I'll be here when you need me."

"...okay." He sighed, defeated. You smiled at that. Then silence engulfed the both of you once again. Your fingers began to feel for the strings of your ukulele, then soon, the silence was then filled by the rich melody that your hands created, soothing the heavy ambiance that somehow wiggled its way between the both of you. Little by little, there was consistency in the chords that you played, and you found yourself being pulled into that little daze that carries you anywhere but the ground, only brought forth by music. But the melody was broken when he spoke once more from the other line, causing you to stop playing.

"Sing it."

You paused. "Hmm? Sing what?"

"That. That song. You should sing it."

You paused and bit your lip. But you nonetheless followed his request. Taking a deep breath, you opened your lips to start the first few lines of the song.

"And I don't smell you in my sheets. And I don't hear you in the hall. Without your cologne, your calls on the phone, I don't know you at all..." to begin with, you had no idea why you chose this song, but it just somehow explained your side...

When you were finally told that he was dating Megan... It felt so much like a slap in the face. Somehow, at the back of your mind you were expecting that. But you never really thought of how hard that might hit you when you were finally coming face-to-face with that fact.

"And I'm growing older, I know that we're over, the way we'd always have been. And then I see you... And I know you all over again." There was never a 'thing' between the both of you, but maybe... it was just because you were secretly hoping for more. But when the chapter has to finish, and the book is coming to a close, you have no choice but to stop writing the pages and bring it all to an end.

For you.

And for him.

For your peace, and for your happiness.

Because you deserve better. You deserve so much more.

This song... somehow became your closure. With each word that you sang, you could feel everything being left behind. As if all the events that unfolded became nothing but distant dreams of yesterday's escapades. Just remnants of silly conversations, and little decisions that led to actions that felt so much like a strange fever dream. And just as it always will be — nothing more than just... that.

You know to yourself that if you wanted more, you could always gain more. But it felt like this is all where it's headed. And thus, you'll let it go.

What a waste. But what is there to throw away wherein there was nothing to waste in the first place? Nothing fruitful grew out of it, and thus, nothing will be withered away. Not a single one.

And with the final chorus, you felt your heart ache from the bittersweet feeling that you got. "And then I see you... And I know you all over again."  It felt bittersweet, because it was like saying goodbye to a million what-ifs and what-could've-beens. But what are those worth when the outcome of letting it all go is the never ending peace that you longed for in what felt like a while?

"And then I see you... And I love you all over again."

With the final strumming rhythm and with the final hums of the strings of your instrument dissipated the chaos that you have been fighting with for months on end. With the final vibrations of the melody came the silence that welcomed the peace that calmed the storm that kept raging inside your heart for months. So, this is what it felt like before.

For the first time in months, you felt as if you could finally breathe. You let yourself take a deep breath, and you could've swore that it never felt so easy. As if millions of worries were suddenly lifted from your chest and it just felt so... freeing.

You thanked the moon, the stars, the universe, and the heavens. Because finally, the chapter has ended.

And that night, you finally slept soundly on your bed.

Yet little did you know, the final words that you sang left a footprint on Hiro's heart. A tear rolled down his cheek and he couldn't help but eye the moon and question; "Why?"

[fennybunny]

HIRO HAMADA X READER

Ok so this is my first ever time using this social and I'm kinda nervous. Anyways I wrote a fanfic and I'd like to share it with the few people who are still obsessed with BigHero6. It's a older Hiro Hamada x genious reader. I post the chapters on wattpad but if I see this getting some attention I'll also start posting the chapters when they're ready here. You can find me as @Red_Madhattress there.

I hope you enjoy

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The life at the Lucky Cafe seemed more and more lively, customers flocked every day to taste the sweet creations of Aunt Tess, and as more time passed the more you could realize that two hands were not enough to do everything. So when Tadashi was busy with his lectures and university work, Hiro was there to give her a hand. Morning rush, break, lunch rush, break, afternoon rush, and finally the Cafe doors closed behind Hiro's shoulders with a tired and noisy huff from the boy’s lips. The boy turned the sign to the other side and could finally see the words 'we are open'  with his own eyes, a good thing because it meant that the only thing the people outside the shop could see was the glorious words 'we are closed', but it also reminded him that all this would start again tomorrow. Aunt Tess walked closer and stopped behind him, putting a hand on her nephew’s shoulder

"The day is finally over, huh? Go get some rest, I’ll finish up on my own. And please tell your brother we’re eating early tonight."

Hiro took off his apron soiled with powdered sugar and a few drops of coffee, thus revealing to his unpleasant surprise that a drop had also ended up on his t-shirt staining it.

"Oh come on, It was clean this morning"

He grunted again, clutching the apron in his fist and starting to make his way upstairs. He made a short stop at the laundry room, saw the pile of clothes to wash, and ignored them by putting the object in his hand on the already existing pile and then headed towards his room. The door of the shared bedroom creaked and he pushed it close with the palm of his hand.

"Tadashi"

No answer. The separator they had put to divide the spaces and as an attempt to have more privacy was open. Hiro pushed it slightly to the side looking out on the desk where his older brother was sleeping blissfully, notes over notes spread across it and under his head, headphones in his ears and a pen still standing straight between his fingers as a drop of saliva began to form on the corner of his mouth.

Hiro sighed as he slowly approached him, grabbing the glass of water on the desk and dropping a few drops behind the brother's neck. The cold water managed to wake him up.

"Wha-who? Hiro?"

With a quick move, he first checked the watch on his wrist and then took off his headphones.

"I must have fallen asleep"

"You think so?"

Tadashi made a face that immediately turned into a grin, grabbed his brother, forced Hiro's head under his arm, and then began to mess up his brother’s black hair.

"What a good boy you are Hiro, always caring so much about your big brother"

He said it with a playful tone as the boy’s hair began to look more and more like a bird’s nest. Tadashi immediately got punched in the chest, not strongly enough to hurt him but strongly enough to make him understand that his brother had not appreciated the gesture. And just like that the stupid game ended.

"Next time I won’t even bother waking you up"

The discussion ended and the 17-year-old headed for his side of the room, closing the divider again and taking a seat on the desk, Googling the city’s upcoming botfight rallies. Two weeks had passed since his last bot fight, and for him, it was time to prove his strength in the ring again. The King. That's what people called him, everyone knew his name ever since he was 13 when ,for the first time, he had stepped into the glorious nightlife of San Fransokyo. The first reaction of the crowd was that of a little boy who got lost on the way home but it took just one round to prove his skills. Yama was the name of the previous owner of the bot fight king title. It took him one night to reduce Yama to a cluster of circuits and cables and so the title passed to Hiro’s magnetic robot: Megabot. His name was now famous throughout the whole city so much so that the bot fights he participated in over time became a painful excuse for the bravest to gather and try to beat Megabot. Each time they ended up crushed and so also the dream of becoming the new number one was broken under Hiro's victorious grin. By now the only thing he needed was to find a ride for the night since Tess knew his 'addiction' to botfights and had forbidden him not only to get himself a driving license but also to learn how to ride his brother’s scooter. He needed a solution.

"Tadashi?"

"What do you want Hiro? I have to catch up on the work I lost while I was sleeping"

"You gotta give me a ride tonight."

"Ah-ah not gonna happen, you remember how angry Aunt Tess got after the last bot fight."

"You don’t have to tell her we’re going out, we can sneak out."

"It’s still a no."

Once again, silence. Hiro rolled his eyes and got up walking towards the door of the room and making sure his brother could hear every step he Took.

"Okay then I'm going to tell our sweet auntie that you spent the afternoon sleeping instead of studying and that you could have helped us out at the Cafe."

He was immediately stopped and pulled away from the door by the hood of the sweatshirt.

"It’s okay gnome but know that at the first opportunity, I’ll make you pay for a low blow like this"

Victory.

That same evening at 9:37 pm they secretly went out, passing behind the sofa in the living room where Aunt Cass had fallen asleep at least 30 minutes before watching her favorite soap opera while Mochi slept on her legs. There could be heard a slight click of the door closing and shortly after, Hiro and Tadashi were already hurtling toward the first botfight of the evening in one of the secondary districts of the city. Obviously, as usual, the plan was to see what the situation was, if it was quiet he would collect some money and then move to the nearest bot fight and repeat the process. It wasn’t even hard for him to keep his title so he was just doing it for the money. The university where Tadashi went was the best in its field of the whole city and this also meant that the tuition was quite heavy on Cass's shoulders and on the Lucky Cafe, not to mention the fact that she had to feed herself, a rather fat cat, and two teenagers. It's not like the business was going badly but it’s always better to have some money aside in case of problems and that’s what Hiro did, every week he deposited 80% of what he earned in botfights into his aunt’s bank account and left a small supply for himself for personal expenses and to make repairs on Megabot. Spare parts and things like that.

The evening went as planned, fortunately for Hiro and the other people present at the rally, no patrol had yet passed to check the area so the two brothers decided to take a break and eat a burger at the nearby fast food restaurant.

"Hiro, I was thinking maybe it wouldn’t hurt for you to expand your horizons."

Hiro sighed, took a sip of his drink, and placed the sandwich on the plate.

"Come on, we talked about this. Graduating early was a miracle for me, now I have more time to help Cass and do what I want..."

He took a French fry covered in ketchup and pointed it in his brother's face, then backed away and did his usual arrogant smile.

"Which in this case is having fun with bot fights"

He popped the fry in his mouth. Tadashi shook his head took a bite of his sandwich and kept talking while he was chewing, causing a half disgusted expression from his little brother.

"I know, but it makes me feel like you're wasting your talent and that brilliant head of yours. Other people in your place would have done something else, I would have done something else-"

A woman approached the table outside the diner where they were eating and laid a piece of paper with an address on their table. Hiro was confused and, swallowing the bite, made a weird expression directed to his brother as if to tell him to do something, a sign that Tadashi immediately caught.

"Hello? Uhm do we know you?"

The woman had long brown hair with blue on the ends, half her head was shaved, and she had dark skin and black lipstick. From her clothes, she looked like she’d just come out of the movie 'X Men', a leather jacket that went down to her knees, she wore blue elephant-flared jeans and black boots. The paper she had placed on the table contained a map and a place that seemed to be somewhere on the border of the city circled with a red pen.

"No, but I know that what I’m about to offer you is an opportunity for this little guy to turn his night around".

Hiro turned to look at her with an expression that was a mixture of surprise and anger while Tadashi tried to contain his laughter, failing miserably.

"I'm not a little guy"

"You’re a little guy to me. Anyway, as I think you already know this is the map of San Fransokyo, follow the directions and you will arrive at a palace, If you go up to the top floor, you'll find the R2W club, and since I know that this little guy is a fan of robotics, I’m sure you will have no problem finding it and coming. But in case one of you has trouble reading the map, even if it seems impossible to me, this is my number."

The woman left another piece of paper on the table. The letters read 'Bio Chem Innovations, doc Dean' and under it it had a number. Tadashi seemed to want to say something but he seemed to have been stunned by the woman’s talk so his brother took over the conversation.

"R2W? What is that?"

"Simply the most exclusive bot fight club in the city"

"How come I’ve never heard of it?"

"So...first of all, we’re not as stupid as the other rallies you participate in, we don't post online the locations where we conduct our illegal bot fights. And second, it’s a limited-number club where only the best botfighters get in, so having someone like you would be more than interesting for us. Anyway I have to go"

She quickly shook hands with both of them.

"If you are interested we open tomorrow at 10:30 p.m. sharp"

After that, she turned around and disappeared into the crowd that was still watching the ongoing bot fights a little further from the table. There was an awkward silence again, and then...

"I wanna go"

The brother choked on the food he had just started eating again, slammed a fist on the table, making it shake for a short moment, and pressed the other hand on his chest trying to swallow the bite without killing himself.

"Hell no you're not!"

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[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine Gogo having a crush on you and Big Hero 6 teasing her about it

Tadashi had been the first one to realise what was going on. You didn’t attend the university but you’d often stop by to visit Tadashi, your brother or pick him up after class and he noticed a pattern. Whenever you were around Gogo would fiddle with her jacket sleeves. She’d rub her wrists and avoid contact with you the entire time you talked. Tadashi wondered what was going on until he remembered people performed ticks when they were nervous. Usually they involved twirling your hair or smiling a lot but that didn’t seem very Gogo, this however did. Of course her version of a tick was mildly aggressive.

After that the others had quickly worked out what was happening and they teased Gogo endlessly or ateast as much as they dared. It was even worse when you were around and Gogo was thinking about this as she stood outside Hiro’s house waiting to go inside. Fred had decided every month there should be a superhero bonding sleepover and tonight it was Hiro’s turn to host. Being his older sister obviously you’d be there and so Gogo was prepared for a night of smirks and snarky comments. 

Gogo was the first to arrive and as Honey Lemon had an art exam she’d brought all of her stuff too. Gogo had one bag, Honey Lemon had 4 and a pillow. So when Gogo walked into the lucky cat after carrying everything all the way from her apartment she dropped everything and groaned “Hiro!”. Hiro appeared at the top of the stairs “hey Gogo...that’s a lot of stuff”. “It’s all Honey Lemon’s and it’s heavy when you’re carry it for 20 minutes, help me take it upstairs”. Hiro nodded “sure” and then he turned. "Hey y/n can you come here a sec" Hiro called up the stairs and Gogo glared "what are you doing?". "Nothing just my hands are full so I need y/n’s help". "You have one cup" Gogo cried. "I can help!" Baymax called trying to squeeze past but Hiro grabbed his arm "no y/n doesn’t mind”. “You little weezle, I know why you’re doung this....” Gogo started when you appeared and she shut up. “Y/n doesn’t mind what?” you asked before noticing Gogo “hey Gogo”. “Hey” Gogo replied not meeting your eye and Hiro’s smile got wider. "Well Gogo needs help with her things, do you think you could help?" Hiro asked you. "Ow sure!" you smiled and swept over to Gogo. You helped untangle the things from Gogo and that made you come rather close. Gogo tried not to look at you but no matter how hard she tried she always noticed the small things about you. Like how nice your perfume smelt or how your hair tickled her as you moved past. Of course you were also wearing an outfit which Gogo would never like for herself or anyone else but on you it just worked. When you bent down to pick up a bag she purposefully turned away and heard Hiro laugh. "I've got it, let's go" you said all smiles and Gogo nodded "great let's go!".

Once you’d got everything into Hiro’s room you left and Gogo turned a fist ready for Hiro when the door went. “Hiro Fred and minimax are here!” you called and Hiro shot Gogo a grin before rushing downstairs.

After everyone else had arrived and food was served Gogo forgot about Hiro’s “hilarious” teasing earlier and was having a good time. Until it was time for a movie. Everyone was settled in the living room, the movie chosen was actually one Gogo liked and she was all comfy on a seat all by herself. Then you walked into the kitchen having just come back from seeing a friend and the group all called to you. You replied to them, happily chatting before Fred got a “great” idea. "Hey y/n why don’t you stay and watch the movie with us?" Fred asked. Gogo tensed but Wasabi and Honey Lemon cheered "yeah y/n join us!". "Are you sure?" you asked looking to Hiro who nodded "of course!". You smiled and nodded "great thanks..." and looked for a place to sit. Every other space was taken and everyone else was squished together...apart from Gogo who had the most room. Gogo glared at Fred and moved her legs so there was a space beside her. You smiled at her and made your way into the chair that really should only be for one. You sat down and were pretty close to her. "Sorry" you said trying to move away but it didn’t make that much difference, the chair was squishy and made you fall back into the middle. Gogo was far closer to you than was safe, especially around her friends who were smirking. Fred had a particularly wide smirk and Gogo reminded herself never to underestimate the school mascot ever again.

Gogo got through the movie squished together with you and also the sleepover but her friends were relentless. Gogo was with Honey Lemon on the SFAI campus one day and was very anxious to leave, aware you went to this school and could be anywhere. Her and Honey Lemon had agreed to go to lunch but rather than leading Gogo to the exit Honey Lemon was leading her further into campus. “Where are we going, food is that way!” Gogo finally burst and Honey Lemon shot her a guilty smile “yeah...we have a quick stop to make before lunch”. Gogo saw a sign announce they were in the dance studio, your major, and froze “Honey Lemon what are you doing? You’re supposed to be the nice one why are you taking me to y/n?”. Honey Lemon frowned “because it’s her dance exam this week and she said she was super nervous so I offered to come and support her to help”. Gogo groaned “you volunteered, you! Not me!”. “Well yeah but I figured you wouldn’t mind seeing as it would really help y/n and you’re here now so what’s the harm? Y/n would totally love to see you there and she’d be super bummed if you didn’t come too so let’s just go support our friend”. Honey Lemon said the word friend weirdly on purpose but Gogo was already a goner. The idea of upsetting you by having no friends at your rehearsal thawed Gogo’s cold heart and she sighed “fine, let’s go”. Honey Lemon cheered and led Gogo into a large hall.

They took seats and soon enough the performance started. The students all appeared on stage wearing numbers and Gogo spotted you as soon as you walked out and she cursed. Your dancing clothes were just as cute and form fitting as she’d feared. She hated her friends.

The dance performances trickled by and Gogo was bored sensless until finally your name was called and she sat up taller without realising. You walked on stage and Gogo could see the nerves written all over your face. She got the urge to rush over and protect you but she couldn’t. She urged you to breathe in her mind and you scanned the audience before you spotted her and Honey Lemon. Honey Lemon did a huge grin and thumbs up, Gogo smiled at you and gave you a nod to say “you’ve got this”. You took a breath and stepped onto the stage...

Gogo was transfixed from the first step you took. She’d never been one to appreciate dance much before but the way you moved was just so fliud and beautiful that she couldn’t help but stare. True she also had a huge thing for you but even without her crush she was sure her eyes would've been drawn to you.

After the performance Honey Lemon talked Gogo into waiting to see you and just before you came out Honey Lemon was called away by a friend leaving Gogo all alone. You of course appeared at that exact moment and Gogo waved awkwardly. You grinned and rushed over spotting her "you came! I had no idea you’d come thank you so much Gogo. It made me feel so much better seeing you out there". Gogo blushed "no worries...you looked really good up there. I mean the dance! The dance looked good". You paused "did you really think so? I didn’t execute one of my turns well and I’ve felt stiff all day". Gogo shook her head "you looked perfect out there, definitely the best dance of the night so you have nothing to worry about. You just aced that exam”. You smiled a small blush on your cheeks "thanks Gogo that’s really sweet of you to say". Gogo had no idea what to say to say next or why you were blushing so she just stood there looking at your awkwardly for a few seconds. Thankfully Honey Lemon reappeared and hugged you before spouting a plethora of praise. Thank god for the extroverted friend Gogo thought.

The next day Gogo was working late and the lab was empty just as she liked it...well apart from Wasabi, but he knew better than to try and make small talk with her so Gogo was happy. She was working on her end of term project when the door opened and Hiro appeared with Baymax. She gave a brief nod to them both before carrying on with her work. “Hey Wasabi can I borrow the smallest pliers you have?” Hiro called. “Sure thing how small we talking? 10cm? 5cm? I’ve got smaller”. “Erm let me look” Hiro said and walked closer. “Thanks this will be great” he said selecting one “I’ve got to quickly finish some wiring i’m doing before y/n comes to pick me up for dinner”. Wasabi smiled “you going anywhere nice?”. “Yeah our favourite place downtown, y/n passed her dance exam so were going out to celebrate and you’re all welcome to join”. “Y/n had a dance exam?” Wasabi asked “I feel terrible I had no idea it was happening”. “Don’t worry she wasn’t alone” Hiro said trailing off and Gogo felt them both look at her. “You went?” Wasabi asked and Gogo glared “yeah, so? Honey Lemon and I were already on campus so we went to support her”. “Nothing that’s just very kind of you” Wasabi said raising his hands “I bet y/n was thrilled to have you there, you know you’re her favourite”. Gogo rolled her eyes putting her tools down “Seriously I’m really done with the teasing about y/n”. “I’m not teasing you” Wasabi replied “i’m telling the truth. Y/n always brightens when you’re around, she likes you best out of all of us”. Gogo blushed “she does not! If anyone’s her favourite it’s Honey Lemon or Fred”. “That is incorrect” Baymax said appearing beside Gogo suddenly “y/n’s heart speeds up the most when you enter the room, an indication of happiness and excitment at your presence”. Gogo was bright red and speechless. Of course the group had teased her before that you liked her back but here was Baymax, a robot incapable of lying, telling her the same thing which made Gogo pause. Tadashi always used to tease her about this too. He’d say how you only visited him so much as an excuse to talk to Gogo and that you always flirted with her. Gogo was never convinced and just through her friends were being nice/horrible torments but now...a small part of her was starting to allow herself to hope that it was true. “It does? You’re sure?” Gogo asked Baymax but before he could respond Hiro cut in “Gogo you don’t need expert biometrics to work that out, just look at the way y/n acts around you”. Wasabi nodded “”it’s pretty obvious” and Gogo shrugged “whatever” acting like she didn’t care. “I’ll come to dinner Hiro, let me just go tell Honey Lemon and Fred, they’re in the library” and he disappeared leaving Hiro and her alone. Hiro went to speak when the door opened. “Hey Hiro are you ready to head home?” you asked when you spotted Gogo there too “hey Gogo” you smiled. Behind your back Hiro pointed to Baymax’s stomach where a screen indicated your heart rate had increased. “Hey y/n” Gogo replied purposfully acting like nothing was wrong to spite Hiro. “I’ll be ready in a sec, just got to grab something from my lab so why don’t you wait here?” Hiro asked. “Sure!” you agreed and Gogo glared as Hiro passed her “why did you do that?” she whispered. “Because you finally need to face your crush who also likes you back. You’re the bravest one out of all of us so stop being a coward, what is it you always say? Woman up? Maybe take your own advice?" Hiro finished and he swaned out the room.

Gogo glared at the door frustrated with how right the boy genius was. She did pride herself on being unbothered and logical so why was she hiding away like this? Why wasn’t she brave enough to tell you how she felt? The teasing all week had been the last straw and Gogo was done being lectured by your kid brother so she stormed over to you. "Hey Gogo are you okay?" you asked when she yanked you to her and kissed you. You jumped but kissed her back and when she stopped you blinked rapidly "I...wow". Gogo blushed "I like you and have for a while so I decided to stop hiding it and just show you. I'd have told you but i’m not good with words so thought this would be better but in retrospect I definitely should’ve got consent first...I hope you don’t mind that I just did that?". "Not at all" you smiled "I've been wanting to do that for months but never had the guts to". "You did?" Gogo asked and you nodded blushing "your pretty impressive Gogo not to mention cool and funny. Honestly I'm surprised you like someone like me". "Like you?" She asked. You shrugged "so girly and soft, it was one of the reasons I never told you. I figured a girl like you would want someone cool and tough too". "But you are cool and toughl! You're an amazing dancer and your beautiful and friendly...you're literally a popular IT girl". You blushed "maybe I'm high school cool but i’m not a badass biker chick who out benches all the men in the gym. I just feel less impressive and so much...weaker than you. Are you sure you like someone like me?". Gogo had never seen you nervous ever in her life but here you were an anxious unsure mess. You tucked your hair behind your ear and could barely meet her eye. Seeing someone so confident melt with insecurity broke Gogo’s heart and despite her own pounding anxiety she had to comfort you. "Y/n look at me" she said softly and you did. "You're a badass woman all on your own. Just because you're feminine and like wearing dresses and make up doesn't make that any less so. Just because I express myself in this way doesn’t make your self expression any less impressive or valid. Femininity isn’t weak or uncool it's beautiful and any self expression is, anyone who is themselves is brave and impressive to me. I admire you a lot and don’t let anyone tell you how your way of being a girl is any lesser than mine, you’re amazing. Of course I'd want you". You were both a blushing mess but your eyes were now firmly fixed on Gogo. "You want me?" you asked quietly. Gogo blushes, her mouth had done dry and she had to swallow to form her next word. "Yes" she breathed and you smiled "you have no idea how that makes me feel". Gogo was going to say she very much did when you leant in to kiss her and her brain gay panicked. However she was reminded of her catch phrase and so she womaned up.

You were very much enjoying being wrapped up wtih Gogo when an abrupt voice broke your concentration. "Miss Tomago and Miss Y/n! What are you doing?" someone cried and you both froze to see professor Granville stood there. "We erm..." Gogo babbled and you stood there frozen in shock. "You, do not even go to this school” she said addressing you "but regardless this sort or behaviour is not appropriate on campus". You blushed and Gogo nodded "sorry professor we just finally confessed our feelings to one another and got carried away. It won't happen again". Professor Granville nodded "make sure it doesn't" but she directed a small smile at the two of you as she walked away. "Does Hiro’s scary professor ship us?" you asked Gogo who laughed "you know I think she does" before she caught you staring at her "what?". "Nothing just i still can’t believe you like me back". "Well believe it" Gogo smiled taking your hand “I’m not going anywhere”. You blushed even more before looking up at her “so I don’t know if Hiro told you but I passed my exam so we’re going out for dinner, would you like to come with me?”. There was no way Gogo could resist that look and she took your hand “I wouldn’t miss it”. A beautiful smile lit up your face and you went to reply when the door opened and the whole gang appeared. “Y/n we’re all ready to go when you are...” Hiro called before he trailed off seeing you and Gogo stood very close together. Your eyes shot to Gogo trying to read what she wanted to go and she shot you a smile before she spun around, your hand clearly in hers. “We’re ready to go, right?” she asked and you nodded “totally”. The group all paused, their eyes went to your hands and Gogo’s smile and then they exploded in congraulations. Aunt Cass was the same when she saw the two of you walk in hand in hand and Gogo couldn’t believe she hadn’t done this sooner. Apparently womaning up can go anything, even get you the girl.

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My love for Gogo is only growing and I’ve realised she’s just such a great character like her relationship with every charcter in BH6 is so beautiful. I also really like how she’s such a feminist and would never tear other girls down but would 100% uplift them. Gogo is defo one of those people who are weak for women and I love it.

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The Engineer and the Cheerleader [Tadashi Hamada]

Requested by: @grace5930

Words: 2.7K

Warning: Angst. Death.

Summary: Tadashi starts to test out Baymax and the reader falls ill. Hiro watches through the clips of Tadashi’s test as the reader becomes more ill. Hiro thinks back to the time when the reader and Tadashi were still here.

Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x female!reader

(Okay so since it is the lovely Grace that requested it so I have changed the reader’s name to Grace. Although judging off what it’s about I probably shouldn’t have)

It had all been a lie. Professor Callaghan was not dead.  

The Professor had saved himself and Tadashi had died. Hiro, in that moment, almost cried at the thought of Tadashi. He remembered Tadashi ran into the fiery building as flames grew around it, even after Hiro asked him not too, all to save the man who was now standing right in front of him.  The man who had supposedly perished in the fire as well… Meaning his brother’s death was meaningless, he had died for nothing.

Anger soon took over, anger and hatred towards the man who was the reason his brother was dead. Hiro commanded Baymax to kill Professor Callaghan in revenge for his brother’s life.  The young boy, his vision was shades of red, as he stared at the person he once admired and said. “Baymax, Destroy”

“My programming prevents me from injuring a human being”  

“Not anymore” Hiro replied as he removed his brothers programming, leaving his own fighting programming in, and threw it to the side. “Do it, Baymax, destroy him” Hiro urged. Baymax followed the order as he aimed for Callighan’s head.  

Hiro watched as his brother’s old friends tried to stop Baymax from killing Callaghan, all Hiro could do was to urge Baymax on as his friends fought Baymax. “No, STOP, He’s getting away”.

Hiro watched as Callaghan started to rise on the platform, carrying him up to an opening in the building. He watched as Baymax aimed at Callaghan and he waited for the blast, for the kill shot. It didn’t happen. He watched as Callaghan got away.  

Hiro turned around to see that Honey Lemon had put Tadashi’s programming back into Baymax. The team gathered around Baymax as his programming turned back on. “Why did you do that?” Hiro almost shouted. “We almost had him”.

“I didn’t come here to kill anyone” GoGo replied. The team all said the same thing, they didn’t understand that Callaghan was the reason Hiro’s brother was dead, they didn’t get that he had to pay. Hearing enough from his so-called friends, he jumped onto Baymax’ back and commanded him to fly away. Leaving the team stranded.  

By the time the pair got home and into the garage Hiro  was still annoyed with the team, and the new found information on Professor Callaghan. Hiro decided to work on his own programming for Baymax and removes his brother’s whilst he was at it. However Baymax had other ideas.

“Open your access” Hiro demanded after tapping on the Access port door and nothing happened. Removing Baymax’ armour, Hiro tried again. He pulled and twisted the access port door but it wouldn’t budge.  

“Would terminating Professor Callaghan improve your emotional state?” Baymax asked.

“Yes” Hiro said with certainty, until a millisecond later “No…I don’t know”. Hiro pulled on the access port again. “Open your access” he demanded.  

“Is this what Tadashi wanted?” Baymax asked with a tilt of his head.

“It doesn’t matter” Hiro replied as he continued to try to pry the access port door open.

“Tadashi programmed me to a…”

“TADASHI’S GONE” Hiro shouted, banging his fists on Baymax’ chest, as he lowered his head. “Tadashi’s…gone” He whispered, voice cracking as he spoke. Hiro had not cried a single tear at the death of his brother. Not due to the fact he didn’t love him, but due to the fact that his whole world had turned upside down. The one person he had always thought would be there no longer was and he had been trying get his head around it, his life in a daze. To lose a sibling brings an unimaginable heartbreak and pain, and it had finally started to show.  

“Tadashi is here” Baymax replied. Baymax had said that once before after he had learned of Tadashi’s death and Hiro really didn’t want to explain this to him again.  

“No… He’s not here” Hiro barely managed to get out.  

“Tadashi is here” Baymax repeated. A flicker on Baymax stomach and a screeching noise happened and the Baymax’ stomach showed a smallish screen. A voice broke the silence.

“This is Tadashi Hamada” Tadashi spoke. Hiro looked up to see the screen. He analysed every inch.  

Stood in the centre of the screen, holding up a small chalkboard, was Tadashi practically grinning at his invention.  

“and I’m Grace, Tadashi’s girlfriend” Grace waves from her spot.   Stood to the right of Tadashi and sat on the desk was young girl, Tadashi’s age, who Hiro knew very well. Grace was Tadashi’s girlfriend, they had been dating for years and had been friends for longer. Tadashi, Hiro and Aunt Cass had welcomed her in their family with open arms. Hiro remembers that Grace and Tadashi always had plans for the future, they would sit up at night talking about it or begin a whole new conversation with three words “one day we’ll…”. Grace became Hiro’s friend and had supported him when he tried to make his first bot, she had smiled kindly and patiently helped him.  

“Babe, you can’t say that, this is going to my college” Tadashi whispers as he chuckles.  

“To late now, isn’t it” Grace sassed as she stared at Tadashi for a moment before both of them began to chuckle. Grace walked up to Tadashi and stood behind him with one hand on his back for mental support.  

“and this is the first test or my robotics project” Tadashi finished and pressed in Baymax access port and turned the robot on.

“Hello, I am Baymax” The robot spoke. The look on the young couples faces were one of pride at the beginning, now they were flinching away from the camera as a high pitched noise ran through the room. Grace had her face buried in Tadashi’s back trying as hands covered her ears.

“stop stop stopstopstop stop” Tadashi rambled as he moved to the robot to shut it down.  

There was a small moment of silence before Grace just burst out laughing.  

The next clip Hiro saw was the seventh test.  

Tadashi and Grace were on the screen again, Tadashi stood centre screen whilst Grace again sat at the desk. This time she was messing with something her hand, until it broke that is. Hiro saw as she slowly placed the object back onto the desk. Grace started to hum a tune trying not to draw suspicion to herself, as though that works. It was just loud enough for Hiro to hear. It was the tune Grace’s mum used to sing to her. The same tune that she had sang to Hiro when he was sick. The same tune that she had sang to Tadashi when his and Hiro’s parents had died, Tadashi had said that she had lay with him all night as he cried and ran their fingers through his hair until he finally fell asleep.  

“This is Tadashi” Tadashi spoke.

“and Grace. We are about to see if Tadashi should actually be at this college or not… back to you Tadashi” Grace spoke, mimicking a news reporter with a fake smile and partial pout before spinning on the spinny office chair.  

“Thank you, Grace, for that introduction.” Tadashi spoke, already used to Grace interrupting him in the videos. “This is the seventh test of my robotics project”

Tadashi and Grace both looked so hopeful as Tadashi turned Baymax on. A second later Baymax was swinging his arms around uncontrollably and hitting Tadashi causing both Hiro, who was watching the video, and Grace who was in the video to laugh.  

The next clip turned on.  

“Tadashi Hamada, again.” Tadashi, once again was front and centre, holding the chalkboard that now said Test #10

“and Grace” Grace jumped in next to him, even when Tadashi felt like giving up Grace was there to help him. Tadashi had always said she was his cheerleader because she had always told him that she believes he is destined for greatness.

Tadashi looked at Grace with as much admiration as one person could have for another, and Grace looked back at him in the exact same way. This time Grace laces their fingers together, showing that she supports him. When Tadashi turns on Baymax the whole body started to swing around. It was hard for Tadashi to press the shut down button on his own, so his cheerleader came to help. Grace held down Baymax, which was hard enough as it was, whilst Tadashi pressed the button.  

“Hold it down, Grace” Tadashi could be heard shouting.

“I am” Grace replied as she swung around the room with Baymax.  

Tadashi again stood front and centre. Grace was sat down looking almost sleepy, as though she had been working through the night again.  

Grace worked at aunt Cass’ café doing double even triple shifts working as a baker and using half her wages to help improve the café and the other half she would save up for her and Tadashi’s first home together after he had finished at college.  

“This is Tadashi”  

“and Grace” Grace jumped in whilst yawning. Tadashi looked at her for a moment before Grace smiled and gave him an encouraging nod to continue.  

“This is test number 15” as Tadashi turned on the robot nothing happened for a moment and Tadashi sighed in frustration. Grace walked over to him and hugged him, stroking his back as she began to hum.  

“It’s okay Tadashi, you can do this” Grace encouraged again. “You’re my engineer, you can do anything” .

Grace had always called Tadashi that because that is what they did. He was her engineer and she was his cheerleader.  

“Hey, this is Tadash…” Tadashi spoke but was cut off by Grace as she spoke.

“and Grace” she almost yelled over Tadashi with excitement. They had been working harder on Baymax and had spent many nights in the office working. Her laughter suddenly turned into a round of uncontrollable coughingquietened by a napkin. Grace had been getting ill for sometime now.

She had been diagnosed with lung cancer as a child but, with treatment, managed to overcome it. Knowing that she was ill again, Tadashi had been spending most of his days trying to get Baymax to work, each fail ment another day of Grace suffering – even though she wouldn’t say anything about it.  

“Hey, This is Tadashi…” Tadashi introduced himself again.

“and Grace” Grace spoke up, her voice raspy.  

Hiro remembered that by this point the cancer had come back hard, He remembered her being so tired most days and nights, she had been coughing a lot of blood up to. It was hard for Hiro to see someone going through something like this, nevermind someone he looked up to.  

“This is the thirty third test of my robotics project” Tadashi spoke with exasperation and tiredness. He was alone this time, Grace had taken a turn for the worse and had been admitted to hospital. This caused Tadashi to work harder on Baymax. He had hardly slept, every night he had visited Grace and when visiting hours ended and he was kicked out he would go back to his lab to work on Baymax until visiting hours started again.  

When Tadashi turned Baymax on there was some electrical shortage causing the whole room to fall into darkness.  

Hiro saw as Tadashi grabbed his flashlight and looked into Baymax’ head to find the problem, with a sigh Tadashi spoke. “I’m not giving up on you. You don’t understand this yet but people need you.” With regained determination he spoke again “so let’s get back to work” before shutting Baymax down to fix the problem.  

Grace had began to get better by this point, she was able to have longer visiting hours and she was actually eating something, Tadashi was still determined to save her. He had been working all night and all day the previous day, being so close to finishing he couldn’t hadn’t thought of anything else but fixing Baymax. He couldn’t think about sleep, or food, or even to charge his phone.  

“This is the 84th” Tadashi spoke feeling exhausted, but determined to save his girlfriend, as he looked at the chalkboard to check “test”. Tadashi sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck trying to ease the ache.

Tadashi looked at the robot, hoping it would work. “what do you say big guy?” He asked before turning the robot on for the test.

“Hello” The robot speech was a little wobbly at first but it soon fixed itself “I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion.” Tadashi’s expression changed to one of shock before realising fully that the robot works.  

“it works!!” Tadashi almost screamed at the robot, not knowing what to do with himself. “This is amazing, you work”.

Hiro watched as Tadashi kissed the camera. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it” Tadashi sang punching his fists in the air.

“Okay alright big moment here, scan me”.

The robot did as he was told “Your neurotransmitter levels are… elevated. This indicates that you are… happy”  

“I am, I really am. Oh man, wait ‘till my brother sees you. You are going to help so many people buddy, so many. First Grace. That’s all for now, I am satisfied with my care.”  

Tadashi had become so excited, he was able to save his girlfriend from being in pain, from ever getting sick again.  

Hiro remembered that day. Tadashi had ran into the café shouting “it works” as he picked up Hiro and jumped around the room. Aunt Cass had suggested she made her spicy wings as congratulations as Tadashi put hit phone on charge after it being out of battery for a whole 24 hours. They had all agreed when suddenly Tadashi’s phone just kept vibrated with missed calls and texts as the phone turned on.  

It turns out that his girlfriend’s illness had hit hard and had hit fast, in the early hours of the morning. She had died at 1:15 am.

One final clip was projected by Baymax.

Tadashi stood centre and alone again. Hiro could see that Tadashi was a broken man at this point.  

“Hello, This is Tadashi Hamada” Tadashi paused, whether he was waiting for the 'and Grace’ that always accompanied the introduction or if he was just acknowledging the fact that there will never be another 'and Grace’, Hiro couldn’t tell but he saw that Tadashi was barely keeping himself together as he saw a single tear escape his brother’s eye.  

“I am here to talk about the robot I built names Baymax, which is a health care companion, originally thought up by myself for my… my girlfriend.” As Tadashi spoke about the process of Baymax Hiro couldn’t help but let his eye wander around the room, he knew some things had changed since he had seen Tadashi’s office but couldn’t place his finger on what, until now.  

On Tadashi’s desk is a photo of the two of you accompanied by a framed letter. A letter that Hiro knows off by heart now. It wasn’t just any letter it was the letter, the letter you wrote to say goodbye, goodbye to Tadashi and goodbye to your dreams the pair of you once had. In the letter you had told him how proud you were of him, how he will go on to save the world with Baymax, how you would want him to find someone else, and how you wanted him to be happy. You told him again and again how much you loved him and that you hadn’t loved a single other person more than you loved him in your entire life, and you signed it off with 'with so much love from your cheerleader, Grace’.

The screen went blank, the video had ended.   —— I hope you enjoyed it, and Grace I hope this was what you wanted. x Is it bad that I cried whilst writing my own fic?  

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Changes in Time | Tadashi Hamada X Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UH6He3

by Bobateachan

An overwhelming conversation between you and Hiro Hamada about the death of his older brother Tadashi Hamada. The sequel will explain the rest of the story!

Words: 544, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Big Hero 6 (2014)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tadashi Hamada, Hiro Hamada, Reader

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Romance, Fanfiction, Character Death, Reader-Insert, POV Female Character, Friendship, Post-Big Hero 6 (2014)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UH6He3

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“The gods have decided to rain their wrath down upon my mortal being. I am officially facing the consequences of being too good for this world.”

“Just get a better immune system, silly,” Sakura snorts from your doorway, eyeing the way your limp body is sprawled out on the beige sheets, now slightly damp with the sweaty outline of your body.

A halfhearted groan barely leaves your lips, your face mostly buried in your pillow whilst trying to escape the incessant pounding relentlessly chasing the little remains of sanity in your head.

It’s torture.

“Don’t you have school?” You can see the blurry figure of your roommate shrugging in your peripheral, checking her watch and realising that it is indeed time to leave or she’d be late. 

“Yeah,” She chirps, “Make sure you stay in bed. I’ve already called this ‘Tadashi’ dude and told him you can’t make it today. He said he’d come over in a bit to drop off a few things.”

You hum appreciatively, closing your eyes as your vision starts to swim. Was your ceiling always this yellow? You could’ve sworn it was like, a green or something. God, you need medicine so badly.

“You already took your first dose this morning when you woke up, so make sure you don’t take another till lunch,” She calls out from the kitchen, almost as if she read your mind. Her head peeks past the slightly ajar bedroom door, her shoulder length hair curled to perfection and nearly getting caught in the door hinges. 

“I’ll head off first, call me if you need anything else. I’ll grab some dinner on the way back, porridge sound good?”

It takes all the strength in your body to hold up your hand to send her a limp thumbs up. She chuckles, entering the room and grabbing your ankles, helping to move your body to lay in a more comfortable position. 

You sense her leave afterwards, closing the front door and leaving your own bedroom door open halfway. It takes all of two minutes for you to fall asleep again, the air conditioning set at a mildly cold temperature while you lay under the blankets. 

You stir at the feeling of the warm cloth from this morning now taken away from your forehead, replaced by something cold and wet. You flinch away, hands reaching up to get it off your face as some water trickles down the sides of your face. 

“Crap.”

Is that Hiro you heard…? Can’t be, the jerk’s supposed to be back at the cafe. This is probably a dream, maybe even a nightmare. 

Your eyelids slowly open, and wearily blinking a couple times at the ceiling. Water drips down your forehead and into your eyes. You can barely register the blue blob in your vision, blinking rapidly and using the back of your hand to rub your eyes.

“She’s up!” 

Even his voice sounds as if he’s underwater, the syllables ringing through the air like a ripple in a pond. Who on earth is this guy, and why is he in your room?

Move. You will your arm to grab his hair, and grab his hair you did. “Get outta my apartment,” You mumble while he lets out an ear-piercing shriek that has you wincing. He twists and turns, trying to pull away from your grip. 

“Let go! Tadashi!!” You hear him cry out, hands scrabbling to pull yours away from his hair. Your fingers thread through his curly locks, securing your hold on him with whatever strength you have left in you. That’ll teach him to break into your apartment to steal your stuff. 

“What the-” Another large, taller blob comes through the door. You narrow your eyes, squinting as the shape of a baseball cap comes into view. A familiar baseball cap. 

“ ‘Dashi?” You murmur, your grip all but forgotten. Frowning, you rub your eyes once again and squint as your vision finally clears up. Tadashi’s face is filled with worry and a hint of amusement from the slight tug upward of his lips when he looks at the floor. You follow his gaze to see the supposed intruder groaning with his hands in his hair. 

“Should’ve just stayed unconscious,” Hiro mutters grouchily, massaging his scalp with utmost care after the torture you had just put it through. He glares at you, gesturing to the wet cloth that you now notice next to you on the bed. “Took care of you and what do I get in return?” 

“Hiro, I only asked you to wring the towel so it’s not soaking wet, and you only just got here!” Tadashi’s exasperated chiding has Hiro’s lips pursed into a slight pout, crossing his arms with a roll of his eyes. 

“Wait, how’d you even… where’d you… the cafe?” You stammer, grabbing the very soggy cloth that had soaked through the pillowcase cover and handing it back to Tadashi.

“Yup!” Tadashi nods, watching Hiro leave the room. “Your roommate called Cass and told her about you being sick. So in true Cass fashion, she sent us over here to help nurse you.”

“Correction: She sent you. I, on the other hand, was dragged along.” Hiro calls out from the living room. You sigh, feeling only a tinge of guilt. “Grow up, you’re not balding just yet so get over it.” You retort weakly.

The silence that follows afterwards is sufficient as a reply in itself. Tadashi shakes his head with a chuckle, kneeling down and pressing his hand to your forehead to check your temperature. 

“Yeap. You got a pretty bad fever. Stay in bed, I’ll make you some food.” He promises before getting up and leaving the room. He closes the door behind him, leaving it only slightly ajar. You hear hushed whispers and strain your neck slightly, but don’t manage to catch whatever they’re saying. Curiosity swells and you find yourself on your feet, albeit unsteadily, and making your way to the door. 

The whispers cease, and momentary silence follows. You press your ear to the door, hoping to catch whatever they’re saying. Instead, you hear a small sigh before the door is flung open and you yelp, losing your balance. Your reflexes kick in once again, scrambling to hold whatever is near to protect you from the fall. 

Your hands close around a soft material, metal tips on the end of two strings hitting the back of your hand with a sting. You tumble to the floor, landing on a warm, yet solid surface which also yelps in pain when you crash. 

“Ow…” you groan, cheeks pressed against whatever you had grabbed before falling. 

“Are you guys okay? Did anyone get hurt?” You lift your head up to see Tadashi freeze in the doorway, a pink apron tied around his waist before he purses his lips with an impressed nod, heading back into the kitchen. 

“Wha-?”

“Get off me!” You’re roughly shoved to the side as Hiro gets up from the ground, dusting himself off with a frown. “First my hair, now this?” He sighs.

Your hand stings from the sudden shove, having moved to catch yourself from tumbling once more as your head swims. Your breath hitches, squeezing your eyes shut as the room starts to swim. 

“If I knew that I was gonna get this injured today, I’d have brought a full-body suit or something… maybe even Baymax.” Hiro muses, but his eyes widen upon noticing your curled up position on the floor. “You okay?” He asks, placing his hand on your shoulder and shaking you.

You groan in pain at the movement, trying to press your sweaty forehead against the relief that the cold, hard floor provides. You can barely hear the worry in his voice as a loud ringing in your ears only increases in volume, until everything falls silent.

Sweet relief is all you feel, vaguely sensing yourself being lifted off the floor and placed down again, with a cold compress against your forehead. This isn’t too bad, you muse in your head.

But it’d be much better without this confounded headache.

Which is exactly what you wake up to moments later. Hiro is on the floor of your room with his knees tucked to his chest, playing a rhythm game on his phone with vested interest. You try to mask a cough with a huff, but you spot his shoulders tense, now aware that you’re up.

He turns around, sporting a guilty smile and not quite meeting your bleary eyes. You raise a brow, intrigued by this sudden behaviour of his. “How’re you feeling?”

There’s no trace of malice or meanness in his voice, just genuine, carefully worded concern for your wellbeing. It almost makes you smile. Almost.

“I’ve been better,” You reply back sarcastically, drawing a sharp chuckle out of him. You move to sit upright on the bed, holding back another groan at how much your joints ache from the simple movement. They creak and moan in protest, as if they’re rusty hinges on a broken door.

“Here.” He hands you a cushion, and you settle it under your arms to prop them up. 

“Thanks.” You’re not entirely sure what to make of his sudden niceness, not after the previous night when he had essentially insulted your entire ambition and dream. Something’s up.

“So, look.” You glance at him, observing the way his fingers fiddle with the strings of his hoodie as his eyes remain fixed on them. “I’m sorry about how I pushed you earlier. I…forgot you were sick.”

“Did Tadashi scold you?” You ask curiously, watching his hesitant nod with a little smile. “Well, if that’s how you treat me when I’m sick, I’d hate to see how you treat your friends.” You joke, watching him wince with a small tinge of satisfaction.

However, you raise your brows when he doesn’t respond, sensing that you’ve touched on a sensitive topic. So, you change the subject. “So, you said Tadashi dragged you here. You could go home, y’know.” You chuckle. 

“I guess so.” He replies, finally tearing his gaze away from his fingers to look at you with a halfhearted smile. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

A moment of silence passes as you stare at him, trying to figure him out. His almond eyes are filled with pure guilt and worry. “I don’t know,” he admits, running a hand through his hair.

You merely hum in response, not entirely sure what to say to break the silence. Staring down at the calloused skin of your fingers, you pick away at the skin.

“I uh, accidentally saw some of your unfinished articles earlier when you were asleep.” Hiro admits. You look back up at him with a glare, your defensive side softening when you see his tense shoulders. 

Right. Breathe. No hostility. Be civil.

“And what did you think? How’s my ‘journalism’?” You ask him sarcastically, doing air quotes around the last word. 

So much for being civil.

You did feel bad for the guilt that flashes across his face for a moment. “It honestly wasn’t bad.” He says slowly. “I liked them, especially the one you wrote about Tadashi.”

You really shouldn’t feel this happy about his acknowledgement of your work. You shouldn’t take this compliment from someone who had just insulted it last night. 

And yet, you can’t stop the huge smile from making its way across your lips. 

He reciprocates the smile with a soft one of his own, sitting down in your desk chair. “Nope. You. Off.” You instruct, gesturing for him to get off your chair.

“Fine,” He grumbles, but this time it’s a playful, lighthearted one. He sits down on the end of your bed instead, kicking his feet up and sitting cross-legged. 

The atmosphere is much lighter, and it’s easier to breathe compared to earlier. 

A knock comes at the door. “Food’s here,” Tadashi calls out from behind. Hiro gets off the bed to open the door, letting his brother come inside with a small tray with a bowl of porridge and a glass of water on top, along with some pickled radishes and a spoon. He sets it down on the bedside table, placing his hand on your forehead once more to check your temperature. 

He whistles. “Looks like you’re doing much better now. Your head was burning like crazy when we first got here. And you, I brought you here to help, not injure her further. Got it?” He directs the last part to Hiro who nods obediently. 

Satisfied, Tadashi takes his leave after checking the temperature of the room and closing the door, leaving it only slightly ajar. Hiro looks around the room to see another smaller stool in the corner, grabbing it and moving it to sit right next to you. 

“What, am I getting special treatment now?” You say playfully as he scoops out some porridge and blows on it gently. 

“Don’t delude yourself. I’m just doing it so ‘Dashi won’t scold me again.” His eyes have a glint of amusement in them, but the concern is genuine. You would almost mistake it as caring for a friend. 

That is, if you guys are even friends.

“Thanks,” You choose to say anyway, because why look a gift horse in the mouth?

He continues to feed you, obliging even your small requests like placing a pickle in the spoon before scooping the porridge because it tastes better that way. (“It’s a science fact,” you defend upon his odd look.)

Almost half the bowl is gone and you’re getting full. The small pickle plate is empty, and the glass of water has only a drop left. 

“I’m sorry.”

You choke on the last spoonful he feeds you, the remaining burn of the hot porridge forcing its way down your throat as you cough harshly. Hitting your fist against your chest helps it go down faster, but the burn in your throat remains. 

“What?” You croak out, looking at him with pure confusion and watery eyes.

“I’m sorry I called your journalism dumb. It’s not. Well, not as dumb as I thought.” Hiro realises that his apology isn’t worded carefully enough from the way your understanding gaze morphs into a glare. “I mean, journalism isn’t dumb…?” He tries again.

You snort. “Better.”

You level your gaze with him, unable to stop your lips from forming a small smile. “And you’re decently smart for a guy who can’t tell the difference between a flat white and a latte.” 

The both of you dissolve into laughter, before you begin to share with him the new articles you’re working on, while he gives you thorough feedback as a reader. It’s the first time you’re having such an avid discussion with him without insults being hurled by either of you, and it’s actually…pleasant. 

In fact, the both of you are so caught up in talking that you fail to notice Tadashi had opened the door, watching the both of you with a relieved smile. From his point of view, it definitely looks like the both of you have made up. 

One might even say that you’re friends now.

— — — — — 

A few hours before…

“Hiro!” Tadashi calls out urgently, his younger brother popping his head out from behind the doorway of their shared room while he changes his pants. 

“What?”

“Get ready buddy, we’re heading out. Our little barista’s sick today so Cass is sending us over.” Tadashi informs him coolly. 

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not dragging me off when I have a project to get through.” Hiro denies vehemently. 

— — — — — 

“I can’t believe you dragged me here when I have a project to go through.” Hiro pulls his arm away from Tadashi’s strong grip with a glare. 

“The wellbeing of your friend is more important than your project.” His brother chides him gently, taking off his shoes and entering the hallway of the apartment after having shut the door behind him. 

Hiro lingers at the doorway. He could just leave right now, and take the public transport back to the cafe. He could do that, definitely. 

So why does he feel obliged to help? 

He recalls the previous night’s fight between the both of you, shoulders slumping in defeat before taking off his shoes and following his brother into the bathroom. 

“Where did she say the towels were… Aha!” Tadashi finds a light blue towel and hands it to Hiro. “Rinse this and wring it dry.” He instructs before heading back out to the living room, probably to the kitchen.

He does as Tadashi says, but the towel is still dripping wet even after all the times he’s squeezed it as tightly as he can. “Stupid towel.”

“Where do I put the towel?” He gives up quickly, heading outside and hoping his brother doesn’t see the wet mass in his hands. 

“Her room’s the one with the butterfly stickers. Go put it on her forehead, I bet she’s burning up right now.” Tadashi calls out from the kitchen. He hears the clatter of a few pots and pans, choosing not to question it.

Hiro knocks on the door, waiting for a response. He doesn’t get any. Opening the door, he’s greeted with a stuffy room with little to no light. He squints, barely able to make out your silhouette laying asleep in your bed. 

He moves to adjust the fan and crack open the windows a smidge to clear the room of the old air, relieved when he spots the crease between your brows relax once the room becomes more well-ventilated. 

It’s time.

He holds the still very much soggy towel above your head, swallowing a nervous gulp. 

She won’t wake up from this…right?

He takes a deep breath, the wet towel plopping down on your forehead with a loud squelch. He freezes when he sees you frown in your sleep, shifting uncomfortable as the water runs down the sides of your head. 

Don’twakeupdon’twakeupdon’twakeup-

Your eyes slowly open.

“Crap.”

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“Where have you been?!”

“I was at SFIT.” You admit, tossing your bag on the neatly tidied bed. Your roommate, Sakura, snorts.

“What, the nerd school?” 

“Hey, they’re pretty chill,” You defend, throwing a quick frown over your shoulder. “Besides, one of them asked me to come in for an interview tomorrow at nine for a new job!” 

“New job?? Don’t tell me…Did you get fired for real this time?” Sakura sits up as her jaw drops, sliding off the beanbag next to you and landing on the floor. “What about rent?”

“Don’t worry, I got enough for this month and the next.” You assure her, pulling out the tips Noah generously gave you. 

“How’d you even go from being fired to having an interview at a cafe just from SFIT? Because if it’s for the cafe there, their coffee is barely adequate.” Sakura sticks her tongue out in disgust. 

“Some guy named Tadashi Hamada has an aunt. He even brought his little brother along — Hiro. He’s a prodigy, I think, but get this: he’s the same age as us!” Your lips tug up into a smile, recalling how he had geeked out about meeting Robert Callaghan earlier, protesting to Tadashi that he needed to enroll in SFIT.

“Oh no. I know that smile. Is he cute?” Sakura sits on the edge of your bed, and you scoff, pulling out some pastries from the cafe in your bag and handing it to her. She takes them with a happy hum. “He’s cute then?”

“He’s…alright, I guess. I don’t know, I’m not looking for anything right now,” You admit, sitting next to her with a weary sigh.

“Right,” She hums through a mouthful of Danish, “Your parents and all. But you know what they say: There’re lots of fish in the ocean, and maybe this ‘Hiro’ guy might end up as your new crush.” 

“Shut up,” You laugh, shoving her off your shoulder, which she leans on, “And don’t get crumbs on my bed.” 

“Yes, mom!” She calls out as she walks out of your room, shutting the door behind her. You shake your head with a chuckle, quickly getting ready for bed. You glance at the clock, excited about the interview, and doze off to sleep.

— — — — — 

“-terview? Y/n! You’re gonna be late!”

You blink your eyes, your vision blurry as you mumble an incoherent sentence. You place your pillow over your head, not ready to leave the comfort of your bed. Sakura sighs. Time for the extreme method.

The silence continues for the next few moments, and you sigh in relief, starting to fall back into your usual deep slumber.

Then the clanging starts.

“Wake up!! You’re gonna be late!!!! We’re going to starve if you don’t land that interview!” Sakura shouts, walking back into the bedroom with a pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, banging them against each other like a gong.

You groan loudly, wriggling back down into your duvet to escape the loud disturbance that threatens to continue. But she moves even closer until it’s right next to you.

“I’m up, I’m up!” You finally protest with a loud grumble, sitting upright as messy strands of hair fall around your face. You muster all the strength you have in you to shoot her a glare, and she shrugs, dropping the pan and wooden spoon onto your bed and leaving.

Sometimes you wondered if you had made a horrible decision in choosing her as your roommate.

You reluctantly leave the warmth of your safe haven, the chilly air of SanFransokyo’s seven a.m. weather greeting your bare legs. You shiver, quickly grabbing a change of clothes and getting ready.

“If you don’t get that job, I’ll laugh at you!” As you prepare to leave, Sakura shouts from the kitchen, and you roll your eyes in mild amusement. You’re biting down on a piece of bread in your mouth, keeping it from falling to the ground as you wear your shoes.

You shut the door, munching on the bread, sling your bag across your shoulders, and letting it rest on your hip. The journey to the cafe is peaceful, your earbuds blasting some hype music to get your mood up before you meet the cafe owner.

You reach minutes before nine, almost getting lost from the confusing directions a quick internet search provided. You reach out for the cafe’s door with a hesitant hand, heart thrumming in your chest as you take a deep breath.

You swing the door open, heading inside. As you walk in, the pleasant scent of freshly baked muffins and ground coffee greets you. You inhale deeply, a warm smile on your lips as you breathe it in.

“Hello, I’m looking for Tadashi Hamada’s aunt?” You ask the woman behind the counter. She’s wearing an apron, so you figure she must be working here.

“Oh! You must be Y/n. I’m Cass, but you can call me Aunt Cass.” She greets you warmly, stepping out from behind the counter. Her eyes shine with a welcoming gleam, and you immediately feel at ease around her. 

You find yourself smiling back, following her to an empty table where she sits. You sit opposite her and place your bag on your lap.

“Hi, Aunt Cass. Tadashi actually offered me an interview with you to work here. I’m interested in working as a barista and have some experience from my previous job.” You explain, and she nods.

“Tadashi showed me a few pictures of your coffee, and the latte art looks amazing! Tell you what, how about we do a quick test run?” You follow her behind the counter, the familiar sight of the espresso machine making your shoulders relax.

If the space behind the counter were a castle, you’d be its lord.

You crack your knuckles, stretching your arms above your head with a confident grin. “What would you like to drink?” You ask, turning to look at Aunt Cass, who’s surprised by your sudden confidence.

Her stunned expression melts into an easy grin, hand propped on her hip as she thinks of a beverage. “A flat white.”

You nod, grabbing a mug and a metal jug for the milk. You ready the ground coffee, using a wire whisk to stir through the tiny grains before tempering it with just the right amount of force. You slot it into the espresso machine, starting it with a happy hum.

Grabbing some full-fat milk, you pour it into the metal jug and place it under the steamer. The milk begins to froth with a loud hiss, and you hold it for a few moments until the texture is just right. 

Grabbing the mug with the fully extracted espresso from the ground coffee, you position your hand above it and tilt the cup. Then, you start to pour the milk in slow circles, letting it fill the mug until it’s almost at the brim before beginning to move your wrist and creating an intricate heart with the foam.

You’re so at ease, moving to place the mug in front of Aunt Cass with a relaxed smile. “Flat White for Aunt Cass?”

She picks it up with a chuckle, tucking her auburn hair behind her ear before taking a sip. Your confidence slowly morphs into nervousness, fidgeting with your hands and glancing at the espresso machine unsurely. 

Was it bad? Did you put in too much milk? Was it too cold?

“It’s good!” Your tense shoulders relax, and the tightness in your chest releases with a snap, looking up with a hopeful gaze.

“I guess it’s fortunate that you walked in. I was getting a little overworked myself,” She chuckles, holding her hand to shake yours, “Welcome to the Lucky Cat Cafe. Are you alright with starting today?” 

You grin, holding her hand and giving it a firm shake. “Is there a uniform?”

She briefs you on the shift timings and pay and invites you for dinner, which you eagerly accept. 

“Great! Tonight’s dinner is hot, spicy wings that’ll melt your face right off!” She laughs with a goofy smile, and you giggle at her bright smile. “You’ve met the boys, right?” 

You nod, recalling the events of last night with a grin. “They can be such troublemakers sometimes, so if they cause any trouble for you, you be sure to let me know, okay?”

“I will,” You reassure her, and you see her visibly relax, smiling at you fondly. She places a hand on your hair, gently rubbing it before heading upstairs for your apron. You wait patiently, hearing the thud of multiple footsteps running down the stairs.

You stand up, about to greet Cass once more, when you come face to face with the two Hamada brothers. Hiro’s baffled, looking at you with a confused gaze while Tadashi grins. “Hey, kiddo, how’d the interview go?” 

“It went great. Thanks for giving me this chance Tadashi,” You smile gratefully.

“Wait, interview? You work here now?” Hiro speaks up, and your nod makes him scoff. “Sure, like a fourteen-year-old knows how to work the huge espresso machine.”

You frown, and Tadashi gives him a noogie, sending you an apologetic glance. “What’s so unbelievable about me knowing how to make good coffee?” You fold your arms, practically challenging him with a glare.

Hiro shrugs, ignoring the way Tadashi glances between the both of you with a wince. “Oh yeah? Make me some then.” He gestures to the counter, and you walk behind it with a huff, throwing your hair up in a quick ponytail before starting on one of the best drinks you’ve ever made. 

Hiro eyes your furrowed brows and walks over, leaning on the counter. “How’d you even get fired anyway?” He asks curiously. You pause, giving him a quick glance before deciding to humour his question.

“I threw coffee at someone.” Your answer simply, and he chokes. 

“You what??” He splutters, Tadashi having gone back upstairs to grab something else.

You shrug. “She threw it at me first.”

“Dang.” He’s speechless for a moment, but another question occurs to him. “Wait, then why were you at SFIT anyway?”

“Fred brought me there. He stops by my old workplace to buy a cup of coffee every now and then. He’s the one that introduced me to everyone and asked Tadashi to let me have an interview here.” You explain with a fond smile.

“Cool, but it still doesn’t explain why you don’t go to school. I mean, I graduated early, but you? You should be in class or something.” 

You’re steaming the milk, and you’re lucky he doesn’t see your eyes roll at his subtle brag. “Well, unfortunately, because I’m not a prodigy, I didn’t graduate early. But it’s the holidays right now, so I’m trying to find work to keep my rent afloat and support my journalism.”

“Journalism?” He questions. You nod. 

“Yeah, I’m in a journalism club for my school, but a lot of work we do isn’t exactly…supported by the school. Plus, I have to pay the electrical bills for all my research.”

“Have I read any articles of yours then?”

You pause briefly, thinking hard, before you shrug nonchalantly, “I doubt it. The school paper is usually just circulated in the school, not outside.”

“So, you’re not a real journalist then.”

“And you’re not a real scientist.” You shoot back without thinking. 

“I am!” Hiro protests, and you’re ready to groan at how you once again spoke without thinking.

“Look, kid-”

“We’re the same age.”

“Just because I didn’t graduate early or whatever doesn’t mean you can comment on my hobbies and life. Besides, we barely know each other.” You turn back to the mug before you, picking it up and doing some sloppy latte art before placing it in front of Hiro.

He stares down at the deformed cat you drew for him.

“That’s you,” You add an unnecessary explanation, incredibly amused by how his eyes widen indignantly. But he glances back up at you with an aloof gaze, picking it up.

Hiro sips the hot coffee, eyes widening slightly when he registers how good it tastes. “So? How is it?” You ask with your arms crossed as you lean against the counter smugly. He coughs, wiping his lips with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“It’s acceptable, I guess,” He hums with a smirk, taking another tiny sip. You roll your eyes playfully, already starting on another order. 

“Sure, Hamada. Enjoy your coffee.”

“Yeah, yeah” He walks off to the stairs that lead to the living area above, and you watch his back gradually disappear from your sight with a laugh and a shake of your head. You’re startled, however, when you hear an intrigued hum from beside you. You flinch, doing a double take, when you notice the tall male beside you with wide eyes.

When did he get here??

Tadashi watches you with a knowing smile, and you clear your throat, looking back down at the coffee in your hands and continuing to work. However, he doesn’t say a word, continuing to watch you with that smile that's slowly becoming irritating. You try to shake it off, but it’s as if a heavy weight settles on your shoulders.

“Can I help you with something?” You plaster a fake smile onto your lips, setting down the small metal jug to heat up milk for a latte.

He hums. “Nothing,” And walks off right after.

Your jaw drops, bewildered by his response. 

Boys are weird.

You try to brush it off, focusing on the orders that are steadily beginning to pile up. You make each one quickly, ensuring the quality doesn’t suffer as Aunt Cass focuses on clearing tables and the cash register.

The day goes by in a flash, and you’re already mopping the floors when the last customer leaves, the door closing with a quick chime. 

“Great work today!” Aunt Cass beams, handing you a glass of water which you accept thankfully. You gulp it down, the cool liquid incredibly refreshing after the dinner rush from earlier. 

You had eaten lunch earlier with Tadashi, the younger Hamada nowhere to be found. (And thank goodness for that.) Tadashi had mentioned that he was preparing for an exhibition to enter SFIT, and you chose not to pursue that topic. Instead, you had asked him about Baymax, and he answered all your questions effortlessly, lighting up as you asked more in-depth questions.

“Let’s head upstairs for dinner. It’ll be ready in a jiffy, so you can make yourself at home first.” Aunt Cass says warmly, leading you up the stairs and instructing you to take off your shoes before stepping onto the welcome mat. 

You place your shoes to the side, toes wiggling in your socks before you also take them off. She hands you a pair of house slippers that you accept gratefully, slipping them on and stepping into the living room. 

It’s relatively large and comfortable enough for a family of three. You sit on the couch, and Aunt Cass turns on the television, handing you the remote and telling you to pick whatever channel you want. 

“Hey, kiddo,” Tadashi greets you, sitting down. The couch sinks slightly from the sudden added weight, and you lean back with an easygoing grin. 

“Hey. Where’s the prodigy?” You ask.

“He’s still stuck upstairs, thinking of what to make.” He hums. “Sorry about him earlier, though. He’s usually not this much of a jerk unless he feels comfortable around someone.”

“That’s okay. I don’t think before speaking either, so I might be a little…mean? In my response.” Tadashi chuckles at your confession, grinning widely. 

“Don’t worry about it. He needs to be put down a peg or two sometimes.” 

“Y/n! Tadashi! Hiro! Dinner’s ready!” Aunt Cass calls from the kitchen.

“Coming!” You hear Hiro faintly shout back from upstairs before you hear a thud. Your brows crease, shooting a worried glance at Tadashi, who just shrugs.

You glance at the doorway, almost laughing, when a grumpy Hiro walks in with a hand massaging the side of his head.

“You again? What’re you doing here??” He points an accusatory finger at you, and you ignore him, choosing to sit down and thank Aunt Cass for dinner. He grumbles something as he sits down.

"Fake journalist," Hiro coughs under his breath, yelping when Tadashi not-so-subtly kicks his leg under the table. 

He shoots a glare at his brother. Aunt Cass is about to scold her nephew, but you interrupt her with another cough. 

"Fake scientist," You cough out with a smirk, Aunt Cass stunned by your sudden comeback. 

Hiro sits back in his seat, his brow raised. "Touche."

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“For someone who claims to be a scientist, you sure aren’t very smart.”

You glance down at Hiro’s messy notebook filled with scrawls and doodles, even a simple two-plus-two equation scribbled on one side. The boy in question just groans in response, his head on his desk.

“Shut up,” He grumbles, trying to swat you away with an annoyed hand. “Don’t you have a job or something?”

“In fact, I do! And I’m getting paid by my boss to bring coffee up to you, so be grateful, you stinkbug.” You practically push him off the chair, and he slides onto the floor with a defeated and very drawn-out groan of complaint.

“Tadashiiiii, get her away!” Hiro whines loudly. His brother is stretched on his bed in a relaxed position, typing away on his phone, seemingly engrossed in a conversation. 

“Mmhm, have fun, kids,” He hums in response, not even bothering to look up. You smirk, sitting on Hiro’s chair and flipping through his notebook. He doesn’t do anything to stop you, merely moving to sit cross-legged on the floor as he absentmindedly toys with his MegaBot.

It’d been over a week since you started working at the Lucky Cat cafe, having gotten to know the two Hamada brothers a little more since your first few days there. Over time, you’d learnt that Tadashi was the go-to for anything under the sun while Hiro…is there. 

Well, he does have some merit to him, you suppose. He’d helped you fix the espresso machine when it broke down during a shift once without a grumble, though he did express repayment in the form of many cups of coffee provided by you. However, the two of you were somewhat like oil and water — you just didn’t mix well. 

There were occasions where you did share the same view, of course, such as Tadashi’s love life and, likewise, your love for coffee. Hangouts during your break time were mainly spent in their room, talking gaily about trivial things ranging from their go-to WackDonald’s order, to heavy topics such as the discovery of mummies.

Conversations were never dull, to say the least.

“I understand nothing,” You hand back the notepad with a blank smile, having leafed through pages and pages of equations and barely legible handwriting. Hiro scoffs, taking it from you. 

“For a self-proclaimed journalist, you’re not very bright.” 

“Whatever,” You roll your eyes, taking a sip from the mug on his desk you’ve claimed as yours. Hiro’s own cup sits snugly in a corner, and dried coffee stains are all that’s left after he’s chugged it all down in the span of an hour.

It’s your shift's break time, and you decided to hang out with Hiro and Tadashi because why not? You’re bored, and one is significantly better to be around. (It’s Tadashi.)

“Tadashi, you need a refill?” You ask, hesitating when you see his cup is still filled to the brim with his mocha. Hiro snorts at his brother’s gaze that’s trained solely on his phone screen, shaking his head no in response to your unanswered question. 

“It’s fine. He’s busy flirting.” 

“I am not!” Tadashi huffs when he registers Hiro’s words, setting down the phone and glaring at the little punk with cheeks so red they could rival even the neon signboard opposite the cafe. 

“Oooo, does Tadashi have a crush?” You remark with a cheeky grin, giggling mischievously as Hiro snickers with you. You fist bump him subtly, eyes filled with pure intrigue and evil curiosity directed at the oldest. “So, who’s she?”

“ ‘She’ is none of your business.” He lays back down, turns his phone off and grabs a book from his bedside shelf. He opens it to a random page, furiously reading the words as if it’d help to ignore whatever expressions are on your face. “I swear, the only time the two of you work together, and it’s to mess with me.” He mutters under his breath.

“Mmhm.” Hiro chooses to let it go, but only for now. You chuckle, getting back up and dusting off your jeans. You check your watch, only to see that it’s reaching the end of your break time. “You staying for dinner?” You hum in thought at the question, recalling Sakura saying something about being out tonight. 

“Sure,” You reply with a shrug, “I don’t think anyone’s gonna be home. Why? You’ll miss me that much already?” You tease with a toothy grin, knowing full well that it’d be the opposite. Hiro gags in response, sticking his tongue out in disgust. 

“You wish. Cass just asked us to tell you to stay for dinner anytime. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t.” He says snarkily, crossing his arms.

“Well, it’s your lucky day. I’ll be staying for dinner the whole week!” You cheer, doing jazz hands to irritate him even further. Hiro rolls his eyes, getting back up from the floor and reclaiming the chair. 

“See you later!” You call over your shoulder as you exit their room, heading back downstairs to the cafe, where you resume your usual duties. Cass welcomes you with a smile, and you tie your apron back on before stepping behind the counter, falling back into your regular routine of handling the espresso machine with expertise. 

The hours pass quickly, but you can feel the subtle ache in your muscles gradually builds up. You hand another cup of coffee to a customer with an automatic smile, your cheeks numb to the sensation. Once they leave, your shoulders sag in relief. Leaning back with a weary smile, your back longs for the sweet comfort of your bed and a massage. 

“You alright, hon’?” Looking up at Cass, you send her a weary smile in response to her concerned question. “I’ll be fine, but I might go back home right after dinner,” You reply with a breathy chuckle.

“Okay, just make sure to text us when you’re back.” You follow her up the stairs once she’s done closing the cafe, having helped clear and wipe down the tables. The kitchen is familiar to you now, having grabbed many meals from the fridge and heated them up in the microwave. 

“I think you’ll really like the menu tonight. It’s gonna be mac n’ cheese!” She cheers, heading over to the stove and starting to prepare dinner. Opening the drawers that store the cutlery and plates, you lay them on the table in their usual spots. One for Hiro, one for Tadashi, one for Cass, and one for you.

“Could you call the boys down for me? My hands are a little full right now,” She chuckles, nodding her chin to the container of flour in her arms, a spoon in her free hand to scoop out the needed amount. You send her a silly two-fingered salute, skipping back up the stairs to summon the two Hamada brothers.

“I’m comin’ in, don’t be naked, please!” You warn playfully with a single knock on their door before entering. 

“Didn’t know you were such a pervert.” 

“Am not! I just prefer to keep my eyes untainted by your hideous self,” You gasp, offended by Hiro’s words. He merely laughs in response, turning his chair to face you and getting up. 

“What’s for dinner tonight?”

“Mac n’ cheese.” Tadashi beams at your response, slinging an arm around your shoulders. He does the same to Hiro, the sudden weight almost knocking the breath out of you. “Now, now, children. Get along during dinner, and don’t leave any leftovers.”

Hiro bats his arm away with a glare. “I can behave myself. I’m not a child, unlike a certain someone.”

“You’re literally the same age as me!”

“And yet, so much more mature.” He smirks. Your jaw drops at his reply, struggling to fire back a retort. 

“Drop dead.” You grumble instead, returning down the stairs with your mood instantly soured. 

“Don’t you think that might’ve been a little much?”

“What? I was just stating facts!” 

Tadashi raises a brow. Hiro holds his defiant stare for a few moments, only to groan exaggeratedly with a roll of his eyes as he relents. “Fine. I’ll be nicer. But she can take it; that’s our whole thing!”

“Really? Being mean is your go-to conversation starter?”

“It works, doesn’t it?”

Unable to hide his amused smile, Tadashi grabs Hiro and ruffles his hair roughly with a soft laugh. “Be nicer.” He reminds before letting go and heading downstairs. 

“Ugh,” Hiro mutters, trying to use his fingers to comb his hair back into his usual style. 

“Something wrong dear?” Cass asks as you slide into your seat. You take a deep breath and exhale, calming yourself before perking up and shaking your head. “I’m fine, don’t worry!”

“If you say so…” 

You’re cheered up by the pot of mac ‘n cheese she sets down in the middle of the table, the heavenly smell filling the room and making your stomach rumble. Tadashi slides into the seat on your left while Cass sits on your right, placing down a plate of garlic bread and a small bowl of salad at the same time. 

Spotting Hiro walking down the stairs, you turn your head away, pretending not to see him as he sits opposite you. You ladle a portion of the cheesy goodness onto your plate, beginning to crunch down on a slice of garlic bread after. A happy hum alerts Cass to your bright smile, 

her heart practically melting at how much you’re enjoying the simple home-cooked meal. 

“Since you’re staying for dinner the whole week, is there anything you’re craving? Just let me know so I can drop by the grocery store and grab whatever I need.” 

You shake your head, not wanting to inconvenience her further than you already have. Being hired as a part-timer and even having meals for free is more than enough for you. 

Swallowing down the last of your garlic bread, you clear your throat. “I crave just about anything you make, Cass.” 

You’re suddenly engulfed in a warm side hug, smiling awkwardly until she finally lets go. Her fingers grip your shoulders excitedly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Got it. I’ll pull out all the stops for some hot wings on Wednesday!”

“Are those the ones so hot they’ll melt our faces off?” Hiro asks, suddenly interested in the conversation. He looks up from shovelling spoonfuls of mac n’ cheese in his mouth, talking through his chews.

Cass reaches over and smacks his arm lightly. “No talking with food in your mouth, young man.” She scolds lightly, “But yes, they’ll melt your faces off, so make sure you’re prepared!”

“Can’t wait.” Hiro grins widely, chomping down on some garlic bread. “To see you cry from the spice.” 

“Oh no. I can handle my spice, little one. You’re the one who should prepare a carton of milk when your tongue’s practically melting.” You shake your head with a scoff.

“Says you, loser.”

“You’re the loser.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

“A loser.”

“Okay, what did we say about behaving?” Tadashi reprimands you both. Your cheeks warm, slouching in your seat from embarrassment at how immature you were being. The Hamada family (save for Hiro) welcomed you with open arms, only for you to repay them by acting like a child. 

“He started it….” You protest weakly, only to purse your lips into a pout when Tadashi gives you a stern look. Hiro is slumped in a similar position, only to pick up his spoon to eat another mouthful of mac n’ cheese.

“Hiro.” 

“Fine,” Hiro heaves an exaggerated sigh. “I’m sorry.”

Tadashi looks back at you, raising his brows expectantly. You look back at Hiro, who’s also waiting for you to reciprocate his apology. You straighten your back, sitting upright. “I’m sorry.” 

Yeah, you could be the bigger person here. Besides, your aching muscles were already screaming at you for slouching. Tadashi sits back with a satisfied smile, continuing to eat while Cass watches the entire thing go down, stunned and unable to interject.

The rest of the meal continues in peace, with Cass making small talk and you responding in kind. Once the dinner is over, you stand up to do the dishes, wincing when your shoulders groan in protest. Cass spots your expression, gently moving you to sit back down.

“Hiro, would you be a dear and walk her back home?” 

He parts his lips to protest, only to falter when he sees his brother’s pointed stare, recalling the conversation from earlier. “Fine,” He sighs, standing up and going downstairs.

“Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You wave goodbye to both of them who're cleaning up, walking downstairs and grabbing your bag along the way. To your surprise, Hiro holds the door open for you, exiting after you do.

“So, which way, loser?” 

You glare at him. “That way, loser.” 

Hiro has to jog to catch up to you, chuckling at your reaction. You walk side by side in silence and navigate the familiar streets before your steps slow to a halt. You look up at the sky, sniffing the air and spot dark clouds gathering in an ominous cluster above you.

“Wha-?”

“I smell rain.” You interrupt him. True enough, a loud rumble echoes through the sky and it starts to rain. “Damn it, I didn’t bring an umbrella.” You mutter, digging through your bag while Hiro automatically shifts his hoodie to cover his head.

“You didn’t bring an umbrella with you?” He frowns at your raised voice though he knows it’s because of the sound of rain pelting against hard surfaces, making it hard to hear, crossing his arms as the rain starts to come down harshly on the both of you. “Hey, it’s not like they said it was gonna rain tonight!” He defends himself.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Let’s just find a shelter.”You spot a bus stop a short distance away, your shirt quickly getting soaked through. Hiro’s no better, his hoodie practically drenched by the time the both of you jog to the bus stop. He takes it off with a disgusted shiver, letting the soaked hoodie rest in a pile on the bus seat. 

Luckily, no one else is around. You wring your hair, getting as much rainwater out of it as possible. “So, you can smell the rain?” 

You glance up, nodding briefly. “Well, it’s kinda more like a weird sixth sense, but it only works moments before it starts raining.” 

“That’s actually kinda cool,” He comments absentmindedly, twisting the end of his shirt to squeeze out the excess water from the rain. The rain continues drumming against the plastic roof and walls of the sheltered bus stop with force so harsh you’re almost sure the plastic will break. 

Hiro’s subtle shiver doesn’t escape your notice, your body reacting automatically to the cold breeze that brushes past your bare skin. It’s chilly, you realise, sparing him a quick glance. Your arms wrap around yourself in a small hug, teeth chattering slightly as you try to control the involuntary shivers. Hiro’s no better off than you, sitting a short distance from you. He’s shivering nonstop, trembling hands clutching his thin shirt. 

Should you?

There’s really nothing to lose, so may as well.

“Hey, loser.” His head snaps up, turning to look at you with a raised brow. “Get over here.” You order, gesturing for him to move closer. He purses his lips in thought, regarding you with a suspicion-filled gaze. “I’m not gonna hit you, so scooch your butt over here.”

He ignores the roll of your eyes, slowly moving over till he’s right next to you. Instead of pushing him away, however, you press yourself against his side. The sensation of his wet shirt sticking to the side of your arm makes you shudder, Hiro flinching away in surprise. 

“What are you doing?” He says indignantly, using his elbow to shove you away. You scoff. “Calm down; I’m trying to conserve both our body heat. I thought you were a ‘scientist’, albeit fake.”

“I am a scientist.” Hiro retorts. 

“Whatever you say, now get back over here so we both don’t freeze.” 

He reluctantly gives in with a soft grumble, moving to sit next to you again. Your positions are awkward, but you decide it’d make do for now. San Fransokyo is beautiful, but the night weather can get unreasonably cold during the change of seasons. The rain continues to pelt against the sturdy plastic, and you watch it drip off the leaves of a tree nearby. The howling wind brushes against your ears again, and you instinctively draw closer to the boy next to you.

You feel his arm wrap around you, looking up in curiosity only to see him wince. “It’s freezing,” He allows himself to admit through a quick breath. Nodding in agreement, a sudden thud against the roof makes you both flinch. Looking up, you spot a branch that landed on top, having broken off from the nearby tree.

You glance at Hiro, meeting his eyes before the both of you dissolve into relieved laughter. Your shoulders shake with chuckles, wiping the tears that form in the corner of your eyes with a soft giggle. “Guess we’re both kinda scaredy cats, huh?”

“Says you; I wasn’t affected at all.” Hiro jokes with a grin, nudging your side. You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, I see where this is going, Einstein.”

“Einstein? Aren’t you admitting your inferior intelligence a little too soon?”

The bite in his words is less distinct than before, the usual harsh and condescending tone now softer, almost playful. “Mmhm, keep dreaming.” You hum in return, a relaxed smile on your lips as the once harsh rain starts to let up.

“How’s the progress on your microbots coming along?”

“You know about that?”

“Of course. Tadashi keeps me updated when he helps out at the cafe.” Hiro’s wide eyes elicit a gentle chuckle from you, shrugging nonchalantly at his surprise. “You ask about me?”

“No,” He frowns. “But it looks like it’s going well for you.”

“Yeah, well. What can I say? I’m just too smart for my own good sometimes.” 

“Yeah, sometimes.” You snort, shaking your head. “Anyway, how’s it coming along?”

“It’s actually going pretty good,” He admits, “I got the base stuff down; I’m just having trouble with the headband configurations. Gotta code it out and everything. Luckily Tadashi offered to help look it over, and Wasabi offered to check my design.”

“Wasabi’s pretty cool. God, that day we met was a mess, wasn’t it?” You laugh, looking up at the clouds that are slowly parting, the rain slowing to a drizzle. 

“Don’t even remind me. Carbon metal embrittlement was sick, but not sick enough for me to be covered in pink.” Hiro shakes his head.

“I thought it was pretty cool, actually.” 

“ ‘Course you did.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?” You shove him lightly, and he falls onto the bench with an amused laugh. You stand up, offering your hand to him. “Looks like the rain’s stopped. C’mon, I’ll wash your hoodie at my place - it’s the least I can do since you agreed to walk me back.” You grab the mentioned hoodie, nose scrunching when you register precisely how wet it is, the material heavy in your arms.

“Thanks.” 

The road back to your apartment is riddled with puddles, and you sneak him a glance before jumping into one with a carefree smile, splashing Hiro slightly. He shoots you an annoyed glance, only to reciprocate the action and spray your jeans as he jumps into a giant puddle.

“Hey!” you protest, though his mischief-filled eyes are now searching for another puddle to jump in. The tension between you two has dissolved chiefly to some extent, and you find yourself actually enjoying the walk home. Maybe you’ll even bump him up into friend status if he continues being this nice.

“So, how’s your ‘journalism’ going?” He chooses to ask after the both of you have splashed each other to your fill, balancing himself along the side of the pavement with ease. The lack of cars on the road doesn’t help your worries, choosing to tug him back into the safer inner corner of the walkway. 

“My ‘journalism’ is going fine, actually. I’ve been interviewing Tadashi about Baymax for a while now, and I think it’s gonna be a really solid article.” You say, pride stirring in your chest at the reminder of the various open tabs on your laptop back home, the Word document with your nearly complete article just waiting for you to conclude it.

“Sure, like he needs any help getting the word out there with your ‘journalism’.” 

Your steps slow to a stop in the middle of a shallow puddle, brows furrowing in confusion at Hiro’s words. They weren’t filled with malice by any means, but they weren’t exactly pleasant to hear either.

“What?” Hiro turns to look at you with a cheery smile, beckoning for you to continue walking. You take a step toward him, crossing your arms.

“What do you mean ‘my journalism’?” You mimic his air quotes, your arms returning to cross over your chest as you wait for his answer.

“Uh”, He chuckles, “I just mean that Tadashi doesn’t need journalism to get the word out there about his awesome invention. Look, I’m not trying to insult you or anything, but…journalists can be kinda dumb sometimes.” 

“Excuse me?”

“Look, take it from me. They write boring articles that ask Tadashi about his partner, the nerd lab, but never about his invention and the correct details. Journalists are dumb. ‘Cept for you, of course, but you’re gonna have to prove yourself.” He punches your side lightly jokingly, waiting for you to laugh at his joke. 

Except you don’t.

You stand there with your arms crossed and narrowed eyes, glaring at the boy before you. “Journalism isn’t dumb.” You say slowly, stressing every word. 

“Sure,” He shrugs it off. “But can we go now? My legs are kinda getting numb.”

“God, you’re such a jerk. How did I even think you were decent for a single second?”

“Woah, jerk? Dude, if this is about the journalism comment, I said except you, okay? Plus, I was only half-joking. Don’t take it seriously.” He raises his hands in mock surrender, only to yelp when you punch his arm harshly. 

“What was that for?!” 

“For being such a jerk. And for calling journalism dumb. I seriously can’t believe I was gonna bump you up into friend status.”

“Well, don’t then. It’s not like I asked to be your friend. And to be clear, you’re definitely never getting friend status from me either.” The both of you are glaring at each other now, the hostile tension rising with every passing second.

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good!”

You storm off with a scowl, not even bothering to look behind you to check if Hiro’s still following. A few streets down, and you finally calm down somewhat, glancing behind you to see no one except the bright streetlights. Guess he hadn’t bothered to continue walking you home.

A sudden sneeze sneaks up on you, doubling over as you sneeze not once, not twice, but thrice. Your nose feels stuffy, and your fatigued body feels sluggish. You look down at your hand, only to sneeze once more. You stand back up, sniffling. 

“Shit.”

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Lil' interlude before we delve into the real stuff :D

“Nothing! No ideas! Useless! Empty! Brain!”

Hiro repeatedly slams his head against his desk, scrunched up wads of paper with scrawled handwriting scattered across his desk.

“Wow, washed up at fourteen. So sad.” Tadashi flips a page of his fashion magazine, his words apathetic. 

“I got nothing! I’m done! I’m never getting in.”

“Hey,” Hiro’s caught off guard by his brother grabbing his chair and swerving it to face him, leaning in close with a stern frown, “I’m not giving up on you.”

He’s even more surprised when he’s suddenly pulled up by his ankles, hanging upside down as Tadashi jumps around. His heart beat wildly in his chest, dangling from Tadashi’s grasp like a rag doll. 

“What’re you doing??”

“Shake things up! Use that big brain of yours to think your way out.” 

He’s baffled by Tadashi’s lighthearted laugh, barely able to catch his breath before his brother pauses momentarily. “Look for a new angle!” He hears his brother say, huffing a grouchy sigh.

Shake things up.

What was that even supposed to mean? How would he think of something so grand…so innovative that it’d blow Robert Callaghan away? What would even be good enough?

His eyes land on Megabot, which sits limply on his desk, the very bot built with his own hands that had won him countless botfights. The process of making it runs through his mind automatically, pausing when he recalls the initial idea that was its very foundation.

Magnetic Bearing Servos.

He pauses, tilting his head slightly so that each central part of Megabot’s body is lined vertically in his vision. 

Yeah, he could shake things up.

“Alright, put me down.” He pats Tadashi’s back lightly, yelping when his ankles are immediately released. He lands on the floor with a pained grunt, cheek smushed against the hard wood.

He gets up, rubbing his cheek with a glare he shoots at his brother. He sits at his desk, Tadashi lying back on his bed and continuing to read his magazine. Hiro’s hand automatically reaches for his cup and takes a sip, tasting only air. 

He pulls it away with a frown, disappointed at the lack of coffee inside. He gets up, heading back downstairs to the cafe for a quick refill. Oddly enough, he walks past his usual pot of coffee Aunt Cass brews for him, choosing instead to make his way to where you’re busy prepping an order.

“Got room for one more?”

You look up to see his usual aloof grin, hand shoved in his pockets as he holds up his empty cup with sheepish eyes. You blow a strand of hair out of your face, slightly frazzled by the morning crowd that’s just left. You glance at the stack of finished tickets that have been spiked through, then at the mess of empty jugs and finished cartons of milk.

“Sure,” You shrug, taking the cup he hands you and getting started on another large order of black coffee. He doesn’t know where to look, glancing at the bustling streets outside as the cafe music plays. He clears his throat, looking back at your focused figure while you make his coffee.

“Need any help?” He offers awkwardly with a smile, noticing all the dishes in the basin. You glance up, giving him a smile and shaking your head. 

“That’s okay. Tadashi mentioned you were kinda doing some stuff for the showcase. How’s that going, by the way?” You ask, making another shot of espresso.

He hums with a shrug. “It’s going okay. I just got an idea earlier, but I’m outta fuel, so…” He looks down at his cup and back at you in silent explanation, and you chuckle in response.

“Congratulations on your eureka moment,” You joke, and he rolls his eyes playfully before grabbing the cup you hand back to him and taking a big swig of the piping hot coffee.

“Thanks. How about you? How’s your second day going?” He asks.

“It’s going well. Absolutely starving, though. I only had a bun this morning.” You admit, taking a sip of coffee for yourself. An additional perk of working at the Lucky Cat Cafe is that Aunt Cass allowed you to make your own coffee.

“Were you late or something?” Hiro takes another sip of his coffee, eyeing you with slight interest.

“Almost late,” You correct, “I was up all night researching for my next piece in the school paper.” 

“You mean your fake piece?” Hiro grins mischievously, and you roll your eyes in mild amusement. 

“Ha ha.” You’re surprised when you see his cup, at least half of the freshly brewed coffee gone. You raise a brow, silently asking if he wants more.

He hands the now half-empty cup back to you with a guilty grin on his lips, and you take it back with an amused smirk. You brew some more coffee for him, and he throws a quick thanks over his shoulder before heading back upstairs.

The afternoon comes quickly, and you’re almost overwhelmed by the crowd, much larger than yesterday. Cass helps you out when she has a chance, taking orders and cleaning tables while you make coffee. 

However, as soon as it’s time for your lunch break, you heave a relieved sigh, leaning against the counter as you take off your apron. Aunt Cass pats your shoulder, giving you a grateful smile. 

“Thanks, dear. I made some lunch for you upstairs! It’s in the fridge, on a blue plate.”

“Oh, hang on.” You realize, quickly making two cups of coffee in separate takeaway cups. You make yourself a latte and another cup of black coffee for Hiro when you recall how fast he had finished half a cup during your little chat.

You walk upstairs to find your lunch missing from the plate in the fridge that Aunt Cass had explicitly told you to take it from. You frown, looking behind bottles and containers before shutting the refrigerator with a defeated sigh. 

Looks like you’d be surviving on coffee till dinner.

You turn when you hear a meow, spotting Mochi, who sits on the steps of the stairs leading up to the attic bedroom. You chuckle, bending down and petting him behind his ears as he rubs up against your legs with another meow. 

He purrs, tilting his head as if gesturing for you to go upstairs. You raise a brow, obliging and walking up the stairs to the bedroom door. You knock a couple times before entering, giving Tadashi a quick wave from where he’s chilling out on his bed with…is that a fashion magazine? 

You shrug it off mentally. Oh well, style has to come from somewhere, you suppose.

You’re about to tap Hiro’s shoulder to give him his coffee, but you gasp, outraged, when you lean over and spot the now empty blue plate Aunt Cass had told you to find on his desk with nothing more than crumbs left on it.

“You took my lunch!” You cry out in despair, feeling your tummy rumble hungrily at the lingering smell of a grilled cheese sandwich in the air. He doesn’t process your words, eyes lighting up when he sees the cup of coffee in your grip.

“Gimme,” He tries to grab it, only for you to pull away with a glare. “Hey,” He complains with a pout, eyes blank with only one focus: coffee.

“You ate her lunch, knucklehead? Not cool.” Tadashi voices out from his comfortable position, enunciating each word with exaggerated disappointment. 

He places his magazine down and takes a few steps toward you, taking the coffee you hastily wrote ‘Fake Scientist’ on. You allow him to do so, watching curiously to see what he’d do. Hiro’s eyes follow the cup, only for him to cry out in horror as Tadashi takes a huge sip of the drink. 

“My coffee!!” He slumps down in his seat with a defeated look as you giggle. 

“You deserved that.”

“You have no conscience,” Hiro frowns at you, slightly more alert now that Tadashi has given him a wake-up call, placing the rest of the coffee on his desk.

“Says you. That was my lunch, y’know.”

“It was?” He glances at the plate on his desk, the fact that he’d eaten your lunch finally registering in that dumb brain of his. You nod with a frown, taking a sip of your own latte. He rubs the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile, spotting a packet of gummy bears on his desk. He scoops it up, offering some to you.

Your nose wrinkles slightly, looking down at the super-processed sugar cubes in his palm. “Thanks…” You say hesitantly, grabbing some and eating them with a wince. He overlooks your apparent dislike, already picking up his pencil and sketching blueprints.

You roll your eyes, “That was such a fulfilling lunch. Thanks, Hiro! I’m sure that it’s gonna be enough for me to work the remaining four hours.” Your voice drips with sarcasm, Hiro humming absentmindedly in response. 

You shake your head, sit on the beanbag and make eye contact with Tadashi, who mouths, ‘He’s doing his thing right now.’ with a helpless shrug.

You nod in understanding, though you’re still salty about your loss of a delicious lunch. “So, what’re you planning?”

“You wouldn’t get it,” Hiro replies automatically, freezing when his mind catches up with what’s just slipped past his lips. Tadashi lets out a low whistle, shaking his head in the corner of the room.

“Excuse me?” You cross your arms, leaning back with an offended raise of your brows. You glance at Tadashi flatly, eyes darting at Hiro and back at him. Can you believe this guy?

I know. Tadashi conveys back with another simple shrug.

“Wh-what is this?” Hiro points at you and Tadashi, baffled at the unspoken conversation that’s just taken place. 

“You wouldn’t get it,” You scoff with a roll of your eyes. Hiro mimics you childishly, mirroring your eye roll. 

“I’m gonna build microbots,” Hiro admits after a moment of silence. You look up from your phone, raising a brow. 

“Microbots?”

“Yeah, I got the idea from Megabot.” Hiro gestures with his elbow to a robot on his desk, and you eye the yellow smiley face painted on it hesitantly. “It’s using magnetic bearing servos, and I’m planning on making a lot of smaller ones. They’ll be convenient, easy to work with, and have many benefits.” He explains even further, encouraged by your nod.

“How’re you going to control them?” You ask, setting your phone down. 

“I’m not sure about that yet. Maybe a headband? But I don’t know how far I can take it or the extent of what they can do yet. What if they’re not good enough to get me into Nerd School?” He frowns, staring down at the paper with frustration in his eyes.

“Why not point out the architectural benefits of them? You could make building prototypes without lifting a single finger,” You point out. 

Hiro practically lights up, beaming when your words help that final missing puzzle piece click together. “Of course!” He scribbles down something on his paper, standing up with a victorious grin as he holds the blueprints triumphantly above his head. 

“Tadashi, Y/n, to the garage!”

“I have work,” You deadpan, finding his faltering smile amusing. “But I could stop by later, I guess.”

“Oh. Okay then,” Hiro shrugs his shoulders, seemingly unaffected, before he clears his throat and straightens his back. 

“Tadashi, to the garage!”

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“No.”

Ren, the student council president looks at you with a sigh, having skimmed through the proposal you handed to him in the morning. He places it down on his desk, pinching the space between his brows and massaging it with a grimace. “I already told you that the school won’t let this run.”

Ever since Hiro had suggested the idea to you, it’d taken root in your mind, planting new ideas here and there until you made a whole proposal, PowerPoint presentation and all you’d used to persuade Leo to be on your side. Suffice it to say it worked. 

The urgent article had been published without issue, but it quickly got edited to put the school in a good light by Ren. It’d taken a little over a week to put everything together, but now you’re ready. The proposal is bulletproof. 

“But,” You raise a suggestive brow, “you and I both know that you want this to be printed.” He pauses, barely opening an eye to give you a frosty stare. You simply smile widely in return, knowing full well that regardless of how much the students and teachers like him, or how well-off he is, he doesn’t like how the school operates. 

“Look,” You sit down on the armchair reserved for special guests in the spacious lounge, glancing down at another paper with words underlined in prominent red ink. A slight squint reveals that they’re all things that can be improved on in the school, with your journalism club being given more of the school’s budget. “I don’t like whatever the school’s doing, and I sure as hell don’t know why you’re still here when your parents could’ve transferred you elsewhere,” a slight narrowing of his eyes makes you skip over that subject quickly, “but the journalism club was made to give the students a voice.”

You can sense him considering your words, so you barrel on, not intending to stop. Hiro had given you a match, and you’d be damned if it isn’t going to start a fire. “So many students agree with me about the school’s stupid measures, and they won’t even listen unless we do something about it! Are you ready to watch everyone be denied their bathroom rights? What if someone’s still pooping and the lights turn off? They’d be terrified!”

“Those are the examples you chose to go with?” He raises a brow. You wince.

“Okay, maybe not the best ones to start with. But think about it. If we publish this and make sure it gets out there, they’ll listen. They won’t have a choice, right? And I’ll be sure not to credit you in it in case it goes wrong - which it won’t,” You quickly add, watching his nose scrunch. 

He’s silent, staring down at the proposal where you’d outlined all the benefits and reasons why you should do this. You’re not sure whether to move; it feels as if though as soon as you do, he’d shoot it down faster than before. The ticking of the clock above the whiteboard is almost ominous, but the rhythmic sound clams you somewhat. You’re confident in this; confident that you’ll be able to convince him.

All you need is a moment. A moment of hesitation, a moment of recognition, a moment of acknowledgement that you have something solid. And as soon as you spot it, you lunge. 

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You slam open the doors to the journalism clubroom with an air of victory. Leo turns around in his spinny chair at the sound, eyes wide and jaw dropped in excitement.

“You didn’t…”

“Oh yes, yes I did.” Your wide grin is starting to hurt your cheeks, but this doesn’t phase you in the slightest, marching over to him and staring him down. “I just got Ren’s stuffy butt to approve our proposal. You and I? We’re gonna head this together.”

Leo takes off his glasses, wiping them as he ponders for a moment. “Don’t you have work? Are you sure it’s a good idea to juggle everything, including school?” 

“I’ll be fine,” you wave off his concerns, sitting down in your own designated spinny chair in the mildly cramped room and turning on your computer. “First, we gotta plan this out.”

“Not now you won’t,” he snorts, getting up from his seat and walking to the door. He opens it, pausing in the doorway. “Your shift starts in thirty minutes. It takes you twenty to reach there from here.”

“Oh crap, you’re right. I’ll call Cass. Thanks!” You race out the doorway, grabbing your bag on the way. Leo shakes his head with a disapproving sigh, though a hint of an amused smile ghosts his lips. 

It does in fact take about twenty minutes to reach the Lucky Cat Cafe. Well, nineteen minutes and thirty seconds to be exact. But who’s counting? 

Apparently Hiro Hamada.

He’s already waiting for you at the counter with an apron on and a toothy smile that immediately drops when he sees you. “About time you got here,” he grumbles, passing the apron to you. “It’s been a nightmare.”

“Aw, did Cass drag the gremlin out of his cave?” You say in mock pity with pursed lips, dropping your voice to a whisper. “It’s you. You’re the gremlin I’m talking about.”

“Wow, that’s a salary deduction. Maybe twenty percent.”

You hold your hand over your heart in mock offence, having stashed your bag under the counter. “Not twenty percent!” You drop to your knees, the devastating news crushing your soul as he stares down at you with a smug smile.

The both of you hold this charade for a few more seconds before a twitch of his lips makes you both dissolve into laughter. You get back up from the floor, leaning against the counter. Luckily, there aren’t many customers around that you have to attend to. The only people are the regulars, like Miss Darcy from down the road and Tom from the bookstore. They both merely chuckle, used to this behaviour by now.

Rifling through your bag, the smile drops from your face when you realise the shirt you’d brought along to change into is suspiciously absent. Textbooks? Check. Pencil case? Check. Snacks in case you get hungry? Check. 

Everything is there but your shirt. Clearing your throat, you glance up at Hiro who’s making a drink for himself. “So…” You start, noting the stiffening of his shoulders. 

“What do you want?” He asks warily. Sometimes your requests ranged from borrowing a pen to dismantling his precious megabot. The latter was done under his strict supervision, of course. 

“I kinda, forgot to, maybe, bring my shirt…?”

He turns around with his mug in hand, scanning you up and down to figure out if you’re lying. Judging from your sheepish grin, you’re not. “Follow me.” He sighs. The both of you head to his room after placing a sign at the counter saying you’d be back in five minutes. 

Something’s different, you realise, upon entering. Hiro’s side is well-lit, having finally drawn the curtains and allowing the natural sunlight to enter and illuminate the room in a warm glow. His desk is mysteriously tidied up, all his blueprints arranged in a corner next to his notebooks. You watch him go through his drawers, taking a sip from the drink you’d bugged him to let you try until he relented.

Huh. It’s fizzy yuzu tea. You’re unsurprised by this odd combination, quickly figuring out how he managed to make it. It’s nice. Taking a few more sips, you notice the absence of his brother. He must be at SFIT again, probably working on Baymax.

“Here.” You’re interrupted from your thoughts, taking the shirt Hiro hands to you. “Bathroom’s down the hall.” You hand him back his drink which he happily takes, sipping away at the same place your lips touched. 

Oh. That’s an indirect kiss. 

You shake your head, dismissing those silly thoughts before heading to the bathroom and quickly changing into his shirt. 

Indirect kiss? So what?

His shirt is more comfortable than you thought. You recognise the logo on the front belonging to a famous YouTube channel. The shirt itself is a faded red, resting loosely on your shoulders. 

Exiting the bathroom, you fold your shirt up and tuck it securely under your arm before approaching Hiro. He tilts his head upon seeing you, nodding approvingly. “I was worried it wouldn’t fit.”

You arch a brow. “Really? It fits like a charm. It’s a little loose on the shoulders though, you pig.” The effect of your words turn out the way you intend them to, grinning widely as he scoffs. 

“Return it then.”

“Sorry, can’t hear you! Busy working!” You call out, slowly making your way down the stairs. However, a thought occurs to you and you pause, poking your head back into sight before he heads back to his room. “On a totally unrelated note, do you know where Cass is?”

“What do I get in return for being your informant?” He crosses his arms. Your shoulders slump, glaring at him.

“Very funny Hamada. Cute move. Where’s Cass?”

He only smirks in response. “Bold of you to assume I’m joking.” 

“I’ll just call her.”

“Wait!” You’re interrupted from unlocking your phone, Hiro running a hand through his hair in defeat. “She’s at the grocery store. I think she’s coming back soon.” A victorious chuckle slips from your lips, pocketing your phone. 

“Thanks Hamada, ‘preciate it.”

The shift in the cafe is as usual, though you keep an eye out for Cass. Once she returns, she invites you to dinner once more, citing a new recipe she wanted to try. You agreed eagerly, planning to ask her about your request for some adjusted shifts afterwards.

Once the cafe has been wiped down, dishes cleaned, and the ‘Open’ sign flipped to close, it’s time for dinner. You’re making your way up the stairs when you hear the door open and shut behind you, turning around to see Tadashi putting aside his umbrella and taking off his shoes. 

“Oh hey, didn’t know you were having dinner with us tonight.” He says, surprised when he sees you. He hands you another pair of house shoes that you accept graciously, slipping off your sneakers. 

“Yeah, Cass invited me again. You guys should take this out of my pay y’know.” You chuckle warmly, slowly walking up the stairs with him. He laughs along with you, but his eyes widen slightly upon noticing something. He looks at you oddly, tilting his head. 

“Is that Hiro’s shirt?” You look down at it, suddenly feeling self-conscious and tugging on the hem. 

“I forgot to bring mine, and he lent me this one.” You spot the smirk playing on Tadashi’s face, scowling as you punch his arm lightly. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

He rubs his arm with another chuckle, reaching the top of the stairs. “Sure, sure it doesn’t.” You spot Hiro setting the table, Cass busy stirring a pot. The younger Hamada acknowledges your presence with a nod, Tadashi checking on the chicken in the oven. 

You slide into your seat beside Hiro’s. Your seat is now a designated spot at the table, Cass claiming that you’re over for dinner often enough to have your own space. “Hey,” you greet when he sits down, handing him his fork that had somehow made its way onto your plate.

“How’s the article?” The question catches you off guard, surprised that he’d remembered even telling you about it. He spots your incredulous smile, offering a small one of his own. “I’m taking that as bad news.”

“Actually,” you begin, unable to suppress your excitement, “I got Ren to agree to the proposal and he’s gonna turn a blind eye for now. We’re gonna start by asking people to do our survey and compile the information, then get signatures for a petition! Ooo, maybe the art club might wanna do some posters or something.” In your enthusiasm, you fail to notice Cass and Tadashi exchanging looks, quietly beginning to eat while Hiro listens intently.

“That sounds good, how long do you think it’ll take before teachers shut you down?” 

Propping your elbow up, you rest your cheek on your hand with a huff. “As if. They’re too busy sucking up to the principal and Ren’s parents to even care. If not for all those donations his parents made, maybe they’d be serious about teaching us.”

“Tell me,” he points his fork at you, “have you ever considered embezzlement?”

“Aand that’s a conversation for another day.” Tadashi interrupts against his own will, reaching out and roughly messing up Hiro’s hair. The victim looks up with a scoff, stabbing his fork into a piece of chicken on his plate. 

Huh. Jokingly as it was said, you’d never actually considered that before. What if…?

Nah. You shake your head, ignoring the suspicion that sneaks its way into your mind. For now, dinner is the priority. Surprisingly enough, conversations are civil and the atmosphere is light-hearted. 

“Looks like it’s your turn to do the dishes,” Hiro calls out, standing in front of the sofa and allowing himself to fall back with a loud ‘oof’. You casually kick his leg that’s dangling off the armrest, making your way to the kitchen. 

“Thanks, honey,” Cass greets warmly when you approach the basin. She closes the fridge door, a bowl of washed grapes in her hands. “I’m gonna go binge my drama now, so be careful on the way back! I’ll get Hiro to walk you home.” She narrows her eyes as soon as you part your lips to decline, her pointed look enough for you to merely nod in response.

Gotta hand it to Cass, she’s the best boss you’ve ever had. Working at the Lucky Cat cafe is the best blessing the universe has decided to give you, and there’s no way you’re ever going to let them down. Tadashi saunters over, nudging your side.

Pausing your dishwashing to briefly raise your brow, suggesting a silent ‘What’s up’ makes him smile. He nods to Hiro who’s going down the stairs. “Do me a favour and make sure he doesn’t spend too long in the garage. I know you don’t have school tomorrow, kid. Stay over if it gets too late.”

“Sure.” You shrug off the dishwashing duties to Tadashi, following Hiro out the door and into the garage. It’s still as tech-chic as ever, the stunning glow of the vending machine they have overshadowing all the other cool gadgets. 

“I can’t believe you still have to pay for your snacks.” You muse, your sudden presence startling Hiro. he flinches at the sound of your voice, his hand gripping his chest with wide eyes. 

“You have got to stop doing that.” He sits down, turns on the lights above his desk and begins to solder wires. You pull up another spinny chair and roll over to him, peering over his shoulder with intrigue. 

“What’s that?”

Apparently, he quickly forgets people are around because he flinches once more. “Seriously?” He calms down quickly and sets down his soldering gun, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Get a bell.”

“So spill,” you ignore his disbelieving splutter, prodding at the headband on his desk. “What’s this all about then?”

He sighs, perhaps sensing that you’re not going to leave anytime soon. “It’s the headband you suggested last time. It controls the microbots, but currently…” He lifts the headband and plops it onto his head. You watch it light up, turning your head when you hear something crawling toward you. 

A river of microbots is slowly but surely approaching. You prop your feet up on the chair seat, sitting cross-legged in fascination as Hiro focuses. Once they reach both of you, they move into a large pile before promptly collapsing in on itself and scattering all over the floor. 

“That’s all I got so far.” You look back to see the headband back on the desk, Hiro hunching over and resuming his soldering. “But it won’t take long for me to figure it out. I’m probably like, halfway done?”

You don’t reply. He doesn’t notice your silence, but it feels as if you’re already drowning. You drop your gaze to the floor, eyes fixed on a small stain that’s been there since the first time he’d introduced you to his workspace. 

Moments like these suck. As much as he forgets that you’re there sometimes, you always forget that he’s a child prodigy — someone so smart, so capable of doing anything that you often wonder why he’s still here. Still in San Fransokyo, going to bot fights and working at this cafe.

And then there’s you. A scrappy teenager who’s still in a school that probably has corrupted teachers. A random spokesperson in the journalism club, just someone who started writing as an escape mechanism and ended up liking it so much she wanted to be a journalist. 

You’re nobody compared to him. 

Hiro must’ve sensed something off. You’re snapped back into reality when he coughs awkwardly, having swivelled around in his seat and is now looking at you with a hint of concern in his eyes. 

Realising you’d been staring blankly at the floor for probably a while now, you force a smile back onto your face. “Is there, like, a spider on my face? Or are you just mesmerised by my charm?” 

The concern in his eyes is instantly replaced by disgust, reaching out a hand to shove you away. A genuine giggle from you does make him crack a smile though. “There’s a spider on your face.” 

“Don’t even joke about that.” You punch his arm lightly, feeling at ease from his reaction. “Hey,” you tap his shoulder, noticing a date on his calendar that’s circled in red. “You didn’t tell me Tadashi’s birthday is next week.”

“You never asked.”

“Very funny, Hamada,” you reply grouchily, straightening up in your seat. “Have you gotten his birthday gift yet?”

“I’ll get him the same thing: a massage coupon and a coupon of servitude.” He shrugs, having gotten used to your habit of fiddling with the contraptions on his desk when you’re thinking. You roll a screw between your fingers, shooting him a sceptical glance. “Hey, he loves it!” He states defensively.

“I haven’t gotten him anything,” you grumble, setting down the screw and taking a random wire he hands you. “Wait, are you free this weekend?”

“I think so- wait, why are you asking?” He looks down at you with a raised brow, already suspicious. You scoff, crossing your arms and discarding the wire back onto his table which he nonchalantly sweeps into the small trash bin right next to you.

You cross your hands, before remembering that you’re about to ask him a favour. “Could you come with me to the mall so I can buy a present for Tadashi?”

“He’ll love anything you get him.” Hiro leans back in his seat, stating an obvious fact. You roll your eyes. 

“I know that, genius. That’s why I wanna get him an actual good gift. God knows he hasn’t had one from you in years.” The offended look on his face makes your eyes widen, clearing your throat. “I mean, not that massage coupons and servitude aren’t good gifts, but I was thinking of something else. Besides, he kinda…saved my life. I would’ve been homeless without his offer. I owe him.” Your voice goes a little quieter, almost as if admitting to yourself that truly, you wouldn’t be here without his help.

“Fine,” You look up to see Hiro place his soldering gun down and turn to face you properly. “I’ll go with you this weekend if,” He holds up his phone, the screen filled with a picture of a new movie that’s just come out. “We watch Iron Man.”

“Looks like you got yourself a deal.”

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Last updated: April•7•2024

Fem!Reader/masc!reader will be specified, otherwise it’s all gender neutral

Fandoms:

BH6

Hiro Hamada

Hiro Hamada relationship hc

Hiro + easily flustered reader

Hiro Hamada + Artist reader

❤︎₊ ⊹Hiro fluff alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Hiro Hamada + tall reader ❤︎

Hiro Affection Headcanons

Hiro Hamada x ADHD! Reader

Hiro x musically talented! Reader

Hiro x cosplayer! Reader ʚ♡ɞ

Hiro Hamada x low self esteem! Reader

Hiro Hamada x depressed! Reader

Hiro x Reader who can travel through time ❤︎₊ ⊹

Hiro x drop dead gorgeous!reader

Touchstarved

Hiro Hamada x Reader w superhuman regeneration

DC

Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne relationship head-canons ♡

Date night

A winter night with Damian Wayne

[jealousy head-canons]

Justice league conference

What being best friends with Damian Wayne would be like

Just friends..? (M!reader)

Secret Identities ♡

New years kiss

“Wanna get married?”

Spiderverse

Gwen Stacy

Gwen Stacy dating hc ❤︎₊ ⊹

Percy Jackson

Multiple

Cuddle/Sleep Headcanons 💤🌙

Percy Jackson

General Percy Jackson dating hc⋆°🌊

Grover Underwood

General grover dating headcanons ⋆°🌱

Nico DiAngelo

Nico Di Angelo fluff alphabet

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Hypnos ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Nico Di Angelo x Son of Hecate ☾

General Nico Di Angelo dating hc ☠︎︎

Nico Di Angelo x Son of Persephone

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Hades💀

Nico Di Angelo x Son of the fates ♾️

Enemies to lovers with Nico Di Angelo

Leo Valdez

Leo Valdez relationship hc♡

Leo’s the type of guy to…

Leo Valdez x Latina/o reader

Leo Valdez x Child of Apollo ✶ ₊ ⊹

Leo Valdez x Child of Hypnos ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Leo Valdez x Child of Dionysus 🍇 ₊˚⊹

Leo Valdez x Child of Hecate ☾

Leo Valdez x Child of Poseidon 🌊🐚

Leo Valdez x Child of Athena 𓅓

Obey Me

Leviathan

Levi relationship hc !! :)) <3

Fictif:

Last Legacy

Felix Iskander Escellun

A Night To Remember

Sage Lesath

Playing with sages hair hc

The Arcana

Muriel

Muriel dating headcanons♡

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

SAL FISHER RELATIONSHIP HC ! ₊˚⊹

SAL FISHER JEALOUS HEADCANONS

Sal Fisher Affection hc ! ₊˚⊹

FNAF: movie

Mike Schmidt

Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !

Mike Schmidt jealousy headcanons !

Our life

Cove Holden

Cove Holden x Artist!Reader

Mob Psycho 100

Shigeo Kageyama/Mob

General Mob dating hc

Mob x popular! Reader 🛸

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Dipper Pines relationship hc! ↟

Dipper Pines x Vampire reader 🩸

Dipper Pines x Actor Reader ⭐️

Dipper x drop dead gorgeous!reader

Saiki K

Shun Kaidou

Shun Kaidou x Reader who appears to be cold but is actually soft ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou Dating hc! ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou Fluff Alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou x Famous Artist! Reader

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Hiro Hamada dating hc ❤︎₊ ⊹

~ Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader (no pronouns used)

Hiro is most definitely full of nerves and awkwardness when the relationship first starts

I mean you can’t rlly blame him considering it’s super awkward when you start dating your friend 🫠🫠

He obvs eases up eventually and it becomes more casual between the two of you .

He pretty much stays the same but the way he tries to sneakily hold your hand doesn’t go unnoticed

He’s still the stupid and cringe prick he always was

Except 100x worse

You thought it couldn’t get worse than this? Well you were wrong 🦍

He’s alwayyyysssss bothering you

Sure he loves you and everything but bro

You can only handle so much

Bro is obsessed with so many things and is in a bunch of fandoms

So best believe you’re gonna have to sit and listen to him talk about the lore about random ass shit you’ve never heard about

How lovely ☺️

He seems to be on crack all the freaking time

Freaking demon child

You’ll especially love when you get comfortable enough to cuddle and he decides to trap you under the blanket with his farts while he runs away

And they say romance is dead 😍

And then he goes and acts like he’s an angel in front of cass

☺️ beautiful

Just smile for the time being, dw you can imagine the torture you’ll put him through to get you through the week

Also, you can’t not tell me this boy is a gamer or anime watcher

He’ll definitely watch shonen anime’s like Naruto or bleach but secretly watch them romance animes

Hell probably watch kdramas too, initially because cass would and it kinda stuck with hiro

Now going back

Hiro is super clingy

He tries denying it but he’s Fr super fucking clingy

It’s not a bad thing iggggg

He’s super cuddly and affectionate but not like in a super lovey way but more like a cat just doing whatever

Likes having his hair played with too

Will throw a whole ass tantrum if you don’t

Not rlly but still)

It’s pretty fun hanging around him especially when you’re not with him

When you’re not together you use social media to interact

Over TikTok, discord and just regular ol messages

Usually over TikTok since you guys be having TikTok wars

Whenever you open the app hiro always sends you 99+ TikTok’s and you do the same just to be an ass

He also uses those wack ass TikTok emojis 😭

Imagine going home after a long day at school and just seeing-

“Fnafl0v3r_66 tagged you “hehe [cute]”

If you don’t know that emoji go ahead and search it on TikTok)

Following that message is a video of sukuna x Cinderella w bakugo as their son

Like wtf

And then there’s the other end of the spectrum with hiro tagging you in those cute couple TikTok’s like bro pick a sideeeee

Ugly ass

Calling him that as if you guys don’t cuddle all the time

Well yea he’s pretty cool to have as a boyfriend when he’s not being a pain in the ass 😍

Extra - I just think of that one audio “I love you mr beast, I’ll love you forever and ever”

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Best believe he says that on repeat

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Hiro x Overly Affectionate reader

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader

I mean this in the kindest, nicest way ever-

Jump scare

Hes seriously a bit freaked out- have you seen him when hes barely even being hugged?

He’s so stiff

So let’s be realistic and say that he’s pretty scared of you

He avoids you like the plague at first, even when you’re just friends

At least then you had the decency to pretend to be sorry

But you’ve been together for awhile now so he should be used to your assaults every 10 seconds

Not only are you always holding his hand (which he can barely even handle) but you often cuddle up to him and kiss him when he’s fine with it

Which is more often than not, but you’re usually met with an awkward blushing hiro

He’s even worse if you exhibit these behaviors along with a seemingly never ending praise

Honestly he’d prefer if you kept these affections to the minimum when you’re in public

Not that he’s ashamed of you or anything

Just that he easily gets embarrassed

And he knows what’s to come when you leave him be

Which is, the endless teasing from his friends and cass

Especially the first time you flung at him when the two of you were in public

You lunged to hug him and although he caught you, you guys tumbled to the ground

Not only did everyone saw at SFIT but so did his friend and family

Best believe he shinji posed after that

Of course he just becomes numb to it all

Eventually he just couldn’t care less

Not in a bad way but more he’s non chalant about it and used to it

He still indulges and reciprocates your affections he’s the can

(Although he prefers spending time together maybe gift giving too)

Either way you can be at the cafeteria at SFIT and if someone asks about it then he’ll be like “huh? Oh yea” and continue eating

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Hiro + easily flustered reader

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader (no pronouns)

A field day for this one

Always teasing and prodding at you because no matter how mad you might get he can always see your blushing face

Well that is until u start avoiding him and even covering ur face

He stops

Temporarily…

He can’t help it ok???

He finds it soooo funny how flushed you get when he does the cheesiest, almost disgusting of pick up lines

He’s genuinely wondering how you find those hot????

Almost concerningly so

Anyway I can just imagine that one day you had enough and decide to tease and flirt with him back

And guess what? He’s flushed red

Oh the irony

Who knew it just took one of you measly attempts to actually get him beet red

Yea, you’ll never let him live it down

This doesn’t mean you win completely tho cuz bro still doesn’t flush as easily anymore 😔

He’s on edge ever since then

Bro is traumatized ig

Yea well ever since then he’s been even worse

Always trying to get you to blush

Like bro, stop

It’s too much 😭

Not even funny anymore istg 🙄

That’s what u say to get him alone and for a a second he lowkey believes it

Gullible ass 😭😭

Anyway

Yea

10x worse after that

U ain’t ever winning until u learn to stop being red like a normal person