Hiro Hamada x Reader ONE SHOTS

#15|| Freshman Fever

In this one shot, you and Hiro are ten-year-old freshman in high school! I made a mistake in one of my previous one shots where I said you and Hiro were freshman when you were nine-years-old instead ten, sorry. Hey, look at that, I'm a freshman too so I kind of know how high school is like so far. Enjoy!

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"Don't worry, sweetie. There will be teachers to guide you so you won't get lost. Plus, you'll get to meet a lot of older friends and get to join a bunch of clubs and activities."

You and your mom stood outside in the parking lot of San Fransokyo High School; it was your first day. Since you were so brilliant, teachers thought you needed to be more challenged and allowed you to skip a bunch of grades. You were pretty much a kid prodigy! How cool is that?

With you only being ten-years-old, you were afraid to walk through the school doors, thinking you would immediately get bullied or pushed around by the older kids. You were way too smart to know that high school movies are never anything like reality.

"B-But what if the big kids make fun of me?", you asked your mom.

"Honey, they won't. Trust me," your mom replied as she kneeled down to your height and held onto your shoulders, "You're way more intelligent then all of the other kids here. You being the youngest won't make any difference."

Your mom walked you inside of the school to get your schedule inside the office. You listened as an office administrator explained to you how to get to your classes and how the alternating A-Day B-Day schedule worked.

"Remember, if you get lost, just ask a teacher where to go, okay?", your mom told you.

You nodded as your mom gave you a hug and a kiss and walked out the door, leaving you alone in the main office until the first bell rang. You looked down at your schedule to see what class you had first period.

Period 1, Algebra CC, Mrs. Feeney , Room 245.

"Room 245," you said to yourself, "Go straight down, make a left, go up the staircase, make two rights, make another left, and there it is. Easy peezy lemon squeezy."

You walked the path to your first period class, despite the looks from the teenagers that walked by. You couldn't even see your way over the crowd of high schoolers, but you eventually managed to find your way to room 245 before the late bell rang.

"Oh hello there!", the teacher exclaimed as she noticed you walk into the classroom, "You must be the new student. I'm Mrs. Feeney, and this class is fairly easy so there's nothing to worry about. You must be very, very smart to be here right now!"

You nodded your head as you looked up at the teacher. You then noticed a bunch of other students sitting behind desks with their eyes glued right on the ten-year-old you. You only looked away whenever you caught someone looking straight at you with a blank expression. The late bell finally rang shortly, which indicated the start of class.

"Good morning class, before we start, we have a new student," Mrs. Feeney spoke, "Her name is..."

"(Y)-(Y/N) (L/N)," you said softly as you looked down at the floor.

"Well, this is (Y/N), and her age shouldn't be a problem to this class," Mrs. Feeney continued, "In fact, (Y/N), you aren't the only kid here who has skipped a couple of grades."

Mrs. Feeney held her hand out towards a young, messy-haired boy, about the same age as you wearing a red robot t-shirt with white long sleeves, sitting behind a desk already doing his work.

"Hiro Hamada," the teacher called out, as the messy-haired boy immediately looked up from his work, "See the boy in the red shirt? That's Hiro, and he's just like you. Go sit in the desk next to his."