Just a Robot (Tadashi x Reader)

Chapter Three: Robots

"(Y/N)! Your dinner is getting cold!"

You ignored your mother's irritated call. You were huddled under your (F/C) blankets.

"(Y/N)!"

You were staring at the dark ceiling, absorbed in your thoughts about (F/N). When she planned my 8th birthday party. . . when she helped me choose my pet dog. . . who ran away. (Y/N)! That's not the point. You sighed. It was all fake, wasn't it?

Someone tapped on your door, then it creaked open. A shaft of light spread across the ceiling, and your mother's head poked in. "(Y/N)?"

You had your back to the door, and you shut your eyes. No, I'm just asleep.

* * *

"(Y/N), are you alright?" your mother asked warmly as you sat down at the table.

"I don't know," you mumbled groggily.

"You skipped dinner last night," your father remarked, scanning the newspaper. He was probably looking for a new job. The company he worked for had shut down recently.

You stared at the tablecloth. "Sorry. I'm okay."

(Favorite Breakfast Dish) was set in front of you. "Well, eat now, okay?" your mother said. "I'm going shopping later, want to come? We can even get lunch together in those little cute cafes."

You wanted to decline, but you just nodded. It wasn't like you had anything better to do.

"There's no point sulking, you know," your dad said, turning the thin paper. You looked up. Did he know about (F/N)? "You came home pretty wired yesterday," he explained. "Did you get into a fight with (F/N)?"

You blinked. That was the closest explanation to what really happened, so you just picked up your fork. "I guess."

"Oh, (Y/N)," your mother said, her eyes full of sympathy. You wanted to scream and tear out your hair while shouting, Stop feeling sorry for me!

"It doesn't matter," you said, taking a bite of your food. "I'll be okay."

Your parents exchanged a look, and you finished your breakfast in silence.

"Do you want to go over to (F/N)'s?" your mother offered. "Talking might help you and her repair this-"

You shook your head. "No, I'm okay."

She stared at you uncertainly. "Oh- oh, okay. Go and get ready, then."

* * *

You could tell your mother felt bad for you, even if you didn't want her pity. She offered to buy you candy and a bunch of other stuff you wanted. Well, stuff you probably would've wanted forty-eight hours ago. You rejected all her offerings. What was the point? None of it would affect your discovery about (F/N).

Your mom showed you several toys and figurines in the little toy shop. You shook your head numbly to all her eager inquiries.

Suddenly, something hit the back of your head. You turned and saw a robot on the floor behind you, its legs moving in the air like a turtle flipped over on its back. It must have fallen off the shelf.

You must have jumped a mile into the air, stifling a scream.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" your mother asked, picking up the robot and turning it off. You eyed the toy suspiciously as she put it on the shelf.

This is ridiculous, you thought miserably. I keep jumping at every single robot I come across!

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Sorry for the short-ish chapter. I'll try to update tomorrow.

oKAY SO I'M TRYING OUT FOR DRILL TEAM (which is like the pep squad at my school) AND TRYOUTS ARE TOMORROW ASDFGHJKL

I mean the captains tell me I would be perfect if I smiled throughout the whole routine but forced smiles aren't my thing you know

WISH ME LUCK OKAY BYE

-Clover

I'm reading my old stories and I'm just cringing. Like it's so cliche and escalates so darn quick

And there's like no drama it's just 'I love you Hiro.' 'I love you too (Y/N).' 'Yay! :D'

;-; *slaps self*