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

Chapter 5

"For the final time, Fred, invisible sandwiches don't exist!" Gogo cried exasperatedly, crossing her arms as she glared down at the mascot lounging around on the comfy chair in the general lab. 

"Oh yeah, sure. They don't. Keep trying, Gogo," Fred said offhandedly, scoffing. 

"You two, that's enough!" Wasabi shouted. "I'm trying to get a hang of this stupid experiment, and you're not letting me!" 

As he said this, Honey Lemon entered the lab with a very solemn expression on her face, and everyone turned to her. 

"Hey guys," Honey Lemon greeted the gang, closing the door of the lab. 

"Finally, you show up," Gogo grumbled. "For all I know, I could just punch this nut face right now for trying to prove that anything in a comic book exists in real life before you could even say anything."

"WATCH IT!" Fred cried, jumping up from the chair. 

"STOP!" Honey Lemon finally shouted in equal exasperation as Wasabi had earlier. "Can you two at least save your arguing for later? Face it, it's almost the holidays, and--"

"NO HIRO! Save your stupid explanation for later. I don't want to hear it!"

Everyone turned around now to see you run into the lab, slamming the door shut as you leaned against it, a growl etched on your face. 

"(Y/N)?" Wasabi acknowledged you now, approaching you. "What's going on?"

You scowled as you dug your hands into your coat, not bothering to look at the rest of the group. "There's something I have to say."

"You did not just--" 

"Yes," you interrupted Fred with a growl, your fists trembling in your pockets. "I did."

The entire gang gasped. 

"No, freaking, way," Gogo murmured. "How could you shut Hiro out like this, (Y/N)?"

You finally brought your hands out of your pockets, revealing your pointe shoes. "Feast your eyes, guys."

For a few seconds, everyone looked at the shoes in your hands. Then Fred spoke.

"Are these...they are, are they? They're pointe shoes, right?"

You nodded, stuffing them back into your pockets. "Yeah. I dance ballet, guys. It's about time you figured that out. And unfortunately last night, Hiro found out and got really mad about it." Tears brimmed in your eyes as you took off your coat and cast it aside. "I don't understand! What is it about ballet that he hates so much? And not to mention, he too kept a secret from me--probably from all of us, really! HE BOT FIGHTS, GUYS! HE'S A CHAMPION BOT FIGHTER!"

To your surprise, no one looked shocked to hear that.

"Tadashi used to tell us a lot about Hiro and his bot fighting," Honey Lemon murmured. "But why is he still keeping that up?"

"All I remember is him saying, 'TADASHI'S GONE!' and all that random blah," you simply said. "I don't know, otherwise. I mean, how could he? How could he keep that secret from me and glorify bot fighting as if that's the most important thing in the world other than saving the city along with the rest of you guys or just doing what he's doing at SFIT? And to think that he would be okay with me dancing ballet--how stupid was I to think that?! I thought he was my best friend, guys." You dropped to the ground now, your head now bowed as you wrapped your arms around your knees. "I guess I was wrong."

Yes, you already knew that Hiro and the rest of the gang in front of you was part of the Big Hero 6 superhero group too, so that was one secret out of the way, which you didn't mind. In fact, that was just one more factor for your admiration and liking towards Hiro. But to hide this secret from you was already despicable.