random yaoi

chapter 4

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Warning: This is slash. Hiro/Tadashi slash. No like, no read.

(EDITED: 11/5/2015)

Chapter 4

3AM, I might be looking for a late night friend and baby, I can't get you out my head, I can't help it, I can't help myself, no - 3AM (Meghan Trainor)

Clothes?

Sunglasses?

Wait-maybe some notebooks?

Uhm...

Right, Hiro thought as he stared at his now clustered-up bed, he was obviously going to be taking more than just twenty minutes to pack his bags. The young genius sighed loudly as he rubbed his eyes. It was only for two days. It wasn't going to be long. He didn't know why he had this problem every time he was about to head off for a trip. It was never longer than a week and the shortest trip he had ever gone to lasted less than eight hours. He looked at his wrist watch before he looked back at the bed.

His thoughts slowly diverged to Tadashi, wondering what he was packing. Should he go over and ask, get some ideas on what to bring? Hiro froze at the thoughts as immediately as they barged into his head. Scowling, he pushed those ideas out of his mind. Why was he thinking of Tadashi all of a sudden? Who in the world cares what he was bringing for this trip?

Apparently the whole world minus you, Hiro's mind whispered bitterly.

Ignoring that thought, Hiro went back to dividing his bag and pushing his clothes inside. Maybe three shirts, two pairs of jeans, a pair of slacks, a sleeveless vest, three hoodies, a cosy scarf and a jacket should do. He smiled to himself when he saw how snug his bag looked and decided to zip it closed. With that, he took out his sunglasses (it was always good to be prepared), his passport and a notebook before placing them on the bag neatly. Taking a step back, he marvelled at his work before the doorbell rang.

Glancing at the entrance of his bedroom, he blinked for a few times trying to figure out if someone was really ringing the bell. Seconds of silence washed in before another ding! rang through. Sighing, he looked at his bag once more and nodded, walking out of the room and heading to the front door. Punching in the security code, the red light under the handle blinked three times before turning green and a soft click resounded.

He opened the door and his eyes met Tadashi's, who was standing and smiling at him. Seconds passed on before Hiro sighed and looked at him in question. "What is it?" he asked, even though his voice was lacking the amount of venom in them. Hiro mentally catalogued that and decided he had to review it later.

Tadashi raised his right hand that was holding onto a red plastic bag and shook it gently. "Well, I'm hoping you haven't eaten breakfast." Hiro raised his eyebrows as he stared at the bag. He was sure that whatever inside the bag was breakfast. Tadashi had bought him breakfast. The silliness and cliché-ness of this situation went through his mind over and over and it was beginning to sound funny. He bit down his grin and shook his head.

After yesterday night, Hiro had found himself thinking about their dinner more often than he liked. He had to wonder how Tadashi had kept the conversation so light and yet so informative. He was sure that Tadashi had learned a lot about him than he got to in the years they've known each other. The silence accompanying them was just relaxing, something that Hiro had wanted for a while now. It was also heart fluttering when Tadashi didn't do anything else besides just keeping the conversation on and keeping his distance, as if he understood that Hiro wasn't comfortable with him being physical.