Hiro Hamada x Reader ("You, Me, and the World")

The Corpse

     Fun fact: It's hard to write when you're listening to songs remixed to say "Smoke weed erryday"

     You reflected on your actions in Hiro's room, heart beating faster than Super Sanic. But you had to stay strong and act casual. (Stay strong and act casual! Good motto!) You looked down at your necklace and swooned. You should go down and help Hiro, who was still wallowing on the floor in pain (but you kissed it better). You flipped open your laptop; dead. You didn't charge your laptop!

     (...Don't you hate it when that happens?) You madly sighed, plugging it into the wall. You eyed Hiro's desktop, already dying for entertainment. Hiro is your good friend, he probably wouldn't mind, as long as you didn't snoop. You turned it on, until you realized something. Agghh, it must be password locked!

     ...Until the computer made a 'sign-in' noise. It wasn't? Huh. (Maybe it's because Tadashi is gone, and no one else uses his computer. *Sob*) His wallpaper loaded up, and it was a picture of all 6 of you. (Hiro, you, Wasabi, Honey, GoGo, and Fred, of course! (Sorry Baymax.)) ...Wait, you never took a selfie with them all. At least, it wasn't documented in the author's script! Was this photoshopped? If so, where did Hiro find a picture of you to photoshop in the first place?

     Weird. You smiled to yourself. It was sweet, in a way. (What if Ashi has you as his screensaver? Now that's weird.) You popped your back, opening up Google Chrome. You began watching one of KDP's videos. (YES, HE'S BACK. I only now realize he's a lot like SammyClassicSonicFan! Look him up. That's your homework.) You slipped on Hiro's headphones; which smelled a lot like his hair. Figures. His hair smelled like... A mix of lavender and gummy bears. Even more sweet!

     You chuckled at the FaceTunneler's dumb antics, getting lost in the digital world of the internet. You forgot you were even at Hiro's house. The internet could be like reading a book, you know. You did one of things you normally did at home; look up some of your favorite songs and sing along. Your talented metal-working fingers mashed at the keyboard, looking up a song. 

     There it was. You clicked "play", and began singing. You weren't sure how long you sang; but it was fun! You swayed your head to the beat of the music, humming to the instrumentals. At the end, however, you heard a faint clapping noise. You lowered your eyebrows, sliding the headphones off. You slowly turned around in Hiro's spinny chair, gawking at Hiro who was clapping and smiling.

     "How long were you there?" You asked, trying to process the situation. Why was Hiro- Ohhh. Right, you're in his house. Stupid, stupid, stupid! You hit yourself in the head multiple times in shame. "Long enough." He admitted, with a shrug. He grabbed your hand, stopping you from hitting yourself. "I think that your singing is great. I just don't understand why you're so shy about it." Your eye twitched, thinking of an excellent comeback. "Uh-Uhm, well, why do you wear pants?" You questioned.

     Hiro smirked, chuckling at you, sitting on his bed. "It isn't appropriate to just walk around, not wearing any pants." You flushed at that comment, you used to walk around not wearing pants all the time at your old house. (Little did you know, Hiro did that too. But now you live with him.) "Well, it isn't appropriate to walk around, singing!" You countered, crossing your arms. "Pants and singing are different." Hiro replied. 

     "W- Yeah, but not by much." You cut him off by putting his headphones back on, exiting out the song tab, proceeding to watch KDP. Hiro unplugged the headphones, plugging in his speakers so the both of you could hear. Time passed, as you grew tired, and bored. Ironically, listening to KDP's awful screaming lulled you to sleep. Somehow. You peacefully laid in Hiro's chair, limp on the seat.

     Hiro looked at you (again. He looks at you quite a bit), noticing you've fallen asleep. He was about to drag you to your bed; until he had an evil idea. He went to Cass's bathroom, picking out some choice items, bringing them back to his room. He brought out the eyeshadow; he was gonna make you sooooo pretty! He evilly smirked, rubbing his hands together, his eyes gazing upon his prey. You seemed like a lifeless corpse. A peaceful one! He took out a nice color that went well with your eyes. 

     Now, Hiro wasn't a makeup goddess. That's what was going to make this prank super funny. He hoped that you wouldn't wake up during this process. What if you just wake up, Hiro looming in front of you, smiling? (Well, ladies?) He delicately brushed the tool against your skin. He touched your face experimentally. He shuddered and smiled. Then, the eyeliner. It didn't look that bad. He chuckled to himself. He wasn't exactly sure if you'd be mad, or laugh.

     Then came the blush. He even tried out lipstick. And then he reflected on his masterpiece, and frowned.

     In his opinion, you looked better without the makeup. Even if Hiro did a horrible job, this didn't look much like you. You looked like a crayola box barfed all over you! But he liked your natural face better.

     He wiped off the makeup, as if nothing ever happened.

     You don't need makeup to be beautiful!

CHEEEEEEEEESYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! So I'm thinking about drawing a picture of Ashi soon :P Sorry for the shorter chapter, I really think that's a good note to end on. Bonus points for misleading title! Also, my legs hurt. Remember: Just do it. Also, stay strong and act casual!

     Ciao! -Critique-A-La-Mode