"I can't stand being near you. Please dig yourself a grave."
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Your blush didn't vanish, even for a second. It only worsened at your scenario right now. Every passing minute felt like eternity as you two stood a few meters away from each other. You were currently in the elevator, impatiently waiting for the elevator to take you to your desired floor. The silence was deafening yet the sweet sound of the elevator opening rang in your ears.
In joy, you nearly leaped out the elevator, wanting to get out of it as soon as possible. You looked behind and gave Tadashi a menacing glare. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to show me the way to your room?" you cajoled, not bothering to hide the annoyance lacing in your tone. Tadashi nodded, almost getting caught at the closing doors.
"This way," he mutters, intertwining his hands into yours. Your heart beat quickened its pace and your stomach twisted in anxiousness. It was the same feeling you felt toward the older Hamada a long time ago. You were slowly but surely realizing that everything was crashing back to you, every sweetest lies crushing you to bits. Your walls were falling, it was breaking. But you can't let him get any further to your heart.
You swatted his hand away. "Do not touch me. You're not anyone I'm close to." you spat, shocking yourself at how venomous your words came out. Tadashi was hurt at your words but he did a good job to hide it. He was becoming more of an actor--it only means he's transforming into a liar. One big liar.
"Right, sorry about that." Tadashi apologizes, and leads the way to the room. Few minutes later, you were inside a tidy room, a few comfortable bed lined together. The room was quiet, notifying you that it was only you and Tadashi at the moment. Alone. With no one to distract you from your pounding heart.
"I'm impressed. I thought your room would look like a mess, considering the fact you were adapted to your messy lab. So did Wasabi drug you or something that made you to clean your mess?" you said, smirking at the beautiful sight of the flawless room.
Tadashi shrugs. "Maybe. I don't know." Tadashi grabs you by your arm and pointed at the flower printed bag laying on the ground. "Find clothes there. And maybe some pads."
You scoffed. You had no intention of doing what he says. You are not going to borrow cheap clothes to some quirky blonde girl and act as if it's the most normal thing you have done. You were a woman with class, you can buy every clothes of you'd like. Sadly, it was your time of month and you were not going to risk embarrassing yourself.
Kneeling down, you unzipped the bag and searched anything useful. "Hmm," you pulled out a a black skinny jeans. "I found this 'pants'. But no pads." you find yourself thinking of a plan to by some pads at the mall but the the thought of being caught was right around the corner.
"I can buy some pads if you'd like." Tadashi suggested, pointing at himself.
"Okay, fine by me."
"In one condition,"
"Okay, the condition is I'll let you live for another seven years if you buys those stupid pads this instant. I'm not joking here, Hamada. I'm here with you and I have my time of month. I'm in a very bad mood. I am in a cranky mood right now and believe me, you do not want to see me throwing you out of this hotel through that window." You threatened, pointing at the window.
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Mean Heart (Sequel to Tadashi Hamada X reader, Loving My Rival)
Random"Keep your head up, princess. People will kill to see someone as perfect as you fall." Seven years was a long time. It's time to show the side you never showed anyone. (Sequel to Tadashi Hamada X reader, Loving My Rival)
