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Tadashi sits on the edge of his bed, clutching his phone and chewing nervously at the inside of his thumb. The anxiety-filled man was currently fighting with the angel and the devil on his shoulder, trying to gather up the courage to call Y/N. She is a beautiful young woman, about to begin her first year at SFIT. The two had met when they were both in high school, Y/N being a wide-eyed freshman and Tadashi a confident junior. They quickly became best friends, but Tadashi wished for more than friendship from Y/N. This led the tall man to his current predicament: should he call and confess his love for Y/N, or should he continue his silence?
Hiro groans and rolls his eyes at his mess of a brother. "Would you just call her already?! You've been staring at your phone for a solid twenty minutes, Tadashi."
"What if I freak her out? What if she doesn't feel the same way? I don't want to ruin our friendship over this, Hiro. She probably doesn't like me. Yeah, no, I can't do this," the older boy pulls off his hat and runs his fingers through his matted down hair.
"You can and you will call her, 'cause I am sick and tired of you always talking about 'Y/N this' and 'Y/N that' and moping around every time a different boy gets up the nerve to ask her out on a date and she says yes," The younger Hamada crosses his arms over his chest, "Now, do you need me to call her for you or are you going to grow up and do it yourself?"
Tadashi huffs, firmly placing his hat back on his head. He pulls up your contact in his phone, and hits the call button next to your number. He nods confidently as the phone wrings, sure he's got this one in the bag. He's sure that 1000%, without a doubt, you're going to say that you felt the same way and had been waiting for him to finally make his move. Hell yeah. I AM the man. His confidence crashes when he hears you pick up the line.
"Hey, Tadashi, What's up?" He can hear your smile on the other end, but feels as if he's suddenly frozen. "Are you alright Tadashi?" His nerves have taken control, and all he's doing is breathing.
Heavily.
Into the phone.
"Tadashi, is that you?"
Breathing, breathing, breathing.
"Okay, well, whoever the fuck you are, you're really freaking me out." There's no answer, just breathing. "If you don't knock it off, I'm calling the fucking cops, asshole." Much to your relief, the person who called you hangs up and the line goes dead.
"What was that all about?" your roommate, Honey Lemon, steps out of the kitchen and slides into her spot on the couch next to you. She hands you a mug of hot chocolate and takes a sip of her own, looking curiously at you. You were still shaking after the terrifying phone call, so you did something very out of character for you.
You burst into tears.
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"Wow," Hiro says, slack-jawed and staring at the train wreck he was apparently related to. "You know, I don't think that could have gone much worse. Yep, I'm pretty sure that was definitely the worst possible outcome for that phone call." He spins his desk chair away from his computer to look at Tadashi. The older boy is now leaning against his bed, long legs sprawled out in front of him, hat off once again and fingers tangling their way through his now unruly hair.
"I would appreciate it if you would stop talking," Tadashi seethes. Groaning, he rakes his fingers down his face. "God, how did I fuck that up so bad? I froze up and now she thinks I'm a psychopathic loser. She'll never want to talk to me again." Tadashi covers his face with his hands and sighs.
"So what are you gonna do about it?" Hiro says, wheeling his chair over to his moping older brother.
"Nothing. I told you, she'll never want to talk to me again."
"Y'know, for someone who's so smart, you're really stupid sometimes. She obviously likes you: she gets all blushy and nervous and weird around you, just like you do when you're around her. It's gross," Hiro sticks a finger in his mouth and pretends to gag. "But anyways, you should go talk to her before she gets a restraining order against you or something."
Tadashi flushes at the thought of you being nervous around him. Could you really be into a total nerd like Tadashi? He rises from his slouch on the floor, picking up his phone and keys from the bedside table. He ruffles Hiro's hair, grabs his bike helmet, and quickly and stealthily rushes down the stairs, successfully avoiding any and all questions from Aunt Cass about where he was going this late at night. It was only 10:00, but that was practically midnight to his aunt. He knew he could make it to your apartment by 10:30 if he hustled, so without further hesitation he jumped on his scooter and left his home behind.
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Honey Lemon opens the door to find a breathless Hamada brother on the other side instead of the pizza delivery guy she was expecting. Tadashi can faintly hear (Your favorite Disney movie) playing from inside the apartment.
"Hey," he says, awkwardly waving at the blonde girl, who does not seem particularly happy with him, judging by the piercing glare she's sending his way.
"What the hell was that?" She says in a harsh whisper. She steps outside of the apartment and closes the door until it is almost shut so you won't be able to hear the conversation. Her eyes were alight with a fury he had never encountered from the normally bubbly girl.
"I freaked out, okay? I was calling to ask Y/N if she wanted to go out with me, but I freaked out and blew it. I had to come talk to her in person because I screwed everything up. Does she hate me now?" Tadashi rubs the back of his neck nervously.
"I have no idea, it took me a solid ten minutes to get the story out of her because she was crying so hard. Crying, Tadashi. Y/N. She literally never cries," Honey Lemon speaks quietly, not wanting you to overhear the conversation.
Tadashi has never felt like more of an asshole in his entire life, and pleads with Honey Lemon to let him talk to you. Sighing, She steps away from the door and allows the boy to enter.
He slips off his shoes and steps lightly into the clean apartment, which smells faintly like vanilla and has white Christmas lights and photographs on the walls. He lightly runs his fingers over a large, framed picture of the two of you that was taken at your high school graduation in the spring. You were wearing a (your school color) robe and his San Fransokyo Ninjas hat, while he wore a light blue shirt, grey cardigan, and your graduation cap on his head. You were both laughing in the photo, arms happily wrapped around each other. He had a copy of the same photo sitting on his desk at home. Smiling at the photograph, he walked into the living room.
You're too enraptured by the movie to pay attention to who had walked into the room. You turn, expecting to see Honey Lemon holding a box full of carb-loaded-love, but instead find the man you've been in love with since you moved to San Fransokyo. Now, four years later, with him leaning against the wall in your apartment, you were startled to say the least, judging by the ice cream carton that had slipped out of your hand and was now all over your blanket. Noticing the stream of melted vanilla snaking its way from the carton seems to shake you from your stupor. You see Tadashi leave the room and come back moments later with a wad of paper towels, dropping to his knees in front of you and wiping the gooey mess off your blanket. Sitting back on his heels, he looks up at you.
"Hey," he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Hey," you repeat, your guard still up after the night's strange events.
"So, um, I want to apologize for scaring you out earlier. The truth is, I was, uh, I was calling to tell you that I really, really, like you, but instead I froze up and freaked you out. Jesus, Y/N, it's just–damn, you make me so nervous–" Tadashi's nervous tirade is cut short by your soft lips pressing against his cheek. A blush blossoms across his cheek and reddens his ears.
"You are the biggest dork I've ever met, Tadashi," you murmur, taking his hand. "I think I'm in love with you."
"Y/N, I want to kiss you."
"Well, what's stopping you?"
