Past the Pirouettes and the Bets (Hiro X Reader--Short Christmas Story)

Chapter 4

Braving through the snowfall as the sky got darker, you kept heading for home, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck, your hand clutching tightly onto the shopping bag containing your pretty much now ruined tutu. The moment you threw your front door open, you stomped inside, shaking the snow out of your hair angrily and yanking the boots off of your feet as you slammed the door shut. Your mom was busy for the night, but your dad was in the house, and at this moment he was shocked to see his daughter act like a ravaging animal. 

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" he called from the kitchen, where you knew he was just watching his favourite Christmas movie, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas", on the television again.

You trudged into the kitchen, throwing your coat on an empty chair, still fuming from what happened earlier. "What do you think?" you muttered, grabbing yourself a mug and pouring warm water into it. 

"Hmm. Let me guess. The snowfall had suddenly turned into a snowstorm and that was pretty much why your spirits are low, am I right?" your dad guessed.

"DAD!" you protested, turning around to face him so quickly water flew out of your mug and spilled onto the kitchen floor. "It can't be snowing THAT badly out!"

"I'm just teasing!" he laughed now, which normally would crack a smile out of you, but this time all you felt was anger and frustration, your vision still tinted somewhat in red.

"Yeah, you were," you grumbled, setting your mug down and sitting beside your dad, heaving a long sigh. "Dad, if you were forced to tell someone a secret and they don't take it seriously, what would you do?"

This question seemed to take your dad aback as he glanced at you. "What on earth would you mean?"

"I...well..." Your fingers drummed on the table top now, your breathing coming out fast and short, before your fingers curled into fists again and you were pounding the table now with your fist. "IhadtotellHiroaboutmyballetobsessionandnowhehatesme," you said in one very quick and heated breath.

"You did...hold on, what?" 

You took a deep breath and repeated yourself again, slowly. "I had to tell Hiro about my ballet obsession and now he hates me," you finally said. "In fact, he ruined my tutu that Mr. E passed down for me to wear in the production, and the show is in a week!" you added, stomping over to the front door and pulling out your tutu, which was now wet with a huge water stain on the bodice, most of the sequins now falling off. 

"It doesn't look that bad!" your dad said lightly. "All it needs is a bit of drying, and some additional sequins, and then voila! It won't look that bad, (Y/N)! Trust me!"

You snorted. "Yeah. As if. THIS DRESS MUST HAVE COST A BILLION! And now it's nothing! I have NO fairy godmother to make this better! Plus, am I Cinderella with her sewing skills? Dad, I'm sunk!"

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)," your dad clucked his tongue. "Everything takes time. It's not the end of the world if Hiro hates you just because you dance ballet!"

"But you don't even know, don't you? Hiro also had a secret to keep from me too! HE'S A BOT FIGHTER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" you shouted. 

"Okay fine. So you're a ballerina. And Hiro's a bot fighter. So what? Does it really mean you both can still hate each other? You're best friends, for crying out loud!" your dad reminded you.

At this remark, you face palmed. "Don't make me argue with you too, Dad!" you warned him.

"Honey? What's going on?"

Your mom now entered to see you and your dad in heated discussion, and her eyes never left you as she slowly took off her coat. 

"Excuse me," you muttered, pushing past your parents and picking up your tutu and running all the way to your room, in tears. 

What was wrong with Hiro? What was wrong with you? Is ballet really just for the mindless? No! Not at all! Bot fighting...it was bot fighting that was really for the mindless! To get beat up by strangers who you beat, to get money from strangers you meet...how could he! How dare he! To think all this time he was a good person through and through! But oh, to think of him doing something illegal! And then to come along and ruin your own dreams! It was too much. The thoughts were starting to make your mind swirl, giving you a very dizzy feeling as you struggled to hang on to the blankets. How could a really good day suddenly turn into a bust?

Tutu...Hiro...ruined...crush...hate...love...

Your eyes were squeezed so tightly now that it hurt. Hurt to even think, to focus...

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"TO HELL WITH HER AND HER STUPID BALLET OBSESSION!" Hiro screamed, raging as he tugged on his hair harder than ever, yanking out his Megabot from his coat pocket only to realize that it was broken. AGAIN. 

It was only the second time his Megabot was broken in the last few years, and he really didn't find the heart to fix it right now. All he saw, just like you, was red, and as his heart rate increased and his palms started to gather sweat-- 

"Hiro? Is everything okay?" 

Aunt Cass came upstairs now to see Hiro throwing his bots all over the place now, slamming books down on the floor and swinging his pillow wildly in the air, hitting it on the wall, her surprised and shocked gaze never leaving her young nephew. 

"DO YOU THINK EVERYTHING IS OKAY?!" Hiro screamed. "NO! IT'S NOT! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED! She hates me for bot fighting!"

Now that pushed Aunt Cass over the edge. "Hiro Hamada, WHY in the world do you still bot fight?"

"TADASHI'S GONE!" Hiro cried, sinking onto the bed in tears. "He's gone, that's why! He's gone, and the only thing I can do to forget him is to bot fight! And that's not the only thing! I need to get a present for (Y/N)! I can't be cheap anymore, Aunt Cass! I love her just too much to just be shyly giving her compliments!"

"You--you--oh, you knucklehead!" Aunt Cass cried, her voice laced with both relief and slight anger at the same time. "Bot fighting to win (Y/N)'s heart is not the way to go, you know."

"No no no! I just need the money to create something for her," Hiro explained. "And she found out. But what's worse is...she's a ballerina, Aunt Cass!"

"What's wrong with your best friend being a ballerina?" Aunt Cass asked him now.

Hiro groaned, his head buried in his hands. "It's so..." He sighed exasperatedly. "It's so girly. Who still has the time to do that?"

"Ballet isn't girly," Aunt Cass reminded him. "It's a beautiful art!"

"Don't you dare turn into (Y/N) again, Aunt Cass!" Hiro groaned again. "That's exactly what she said! And look at my bot, Aunt Cass! My freaking megabot is broken! And there's no way I can get it fixed in time to get her an actual Christmas present!"

Now unfortunately, Aunt Cass had no idea how to fix this. She bit her lip in silence now, nodding as she turned away. "I'll just give you a bit of time to calm down, okay?" She then turned away and headed down the stairs, leaving Hiro on the bed lying with his head in the pillow again, thinking not about Tadashi this time, but of you. 

"I can't believe we're over," he whispered, hot tears flowing from his eyes and into the pillow once more, his hands clenched tightly on his covers. "I wish I can do something to make up for all this mess."

"I'm sorry," you whispered at the same time, in your own room. "I wish I can do something to make up for all this mess."

The snowflakes kept dancing through the sky, from midnight till daylight, the two of you lying in bed with anger and regrets dancing in your heads.

Kinda boring, I know. :( Ugh, my mind is BLANK today. I guess I can serve this as a filler then. Eh.

-magic_mockingjay