I Chose You (Hiro Hamada x Reader)

Chapter 1: Finally Free

"Look for a new angle."
-Tadashi

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You ran as far as you could with the backpack on your back full of the most important items you owned, wiping the tears from your face as you did. You didn't dare look back, in fear that one of them might be chasing you down, just to insult you more. You just kept... going.

Where exactly?  You weren't entirely sure. You literally just gave the ticket manager at the bus station a 10 dollar bill and he gave you a ticket. You walked up the steps of the bus, eyes casted downwards as you walked to the middle of the bus and sat down in a seat by yourself. At that point, you silently cried yourself to sleep, remembering everything the day had to offer you, and what they had done to hurt you... just before you ran.

~Flashback~

Your POV:

Today had been a good day, just like every other Friday. I woke up, went to school, and then came to spend time with my parents. But I did forget one thing... today was report card day.

I'll admit it, my grades aren't the best, on paper anyway. I'm actually really good at school, but I don't want people to know how smart I am, so I pretend not to know it. So when I have homework, I pretend I have no clue what to do, and they try to help me, but I put on the 'I'm so stupid act,' and they buy it, saying I'll get it eventually. And after a while, I was done with the act, and I would just lie to them and say "I got it, thanks."

After a while, I pretended that I actually fully understood everything that I had  done. I couldn't tell them the truth... it was so hard to tell them that to their proud faces. I know that they wanted me to succeed in life, like become a chemist, or a mathematician. But I can't do that if I'm barely passing homework assignments, and failing tests in almost every class.

That's right... almost. There's a couple classes I'm good at in school. For one, I'm an amazing cook, so my culinary teacher says. He says that I have real potential to make it out into the food business, but that's not what my parents want. They think 'food business' has to do with working at a McDonald's or a Burger King.

Another class I'm good at is my animation class. Sure, it doesn't seem like an actual class, but knowing the things you learn in there can help you if you like to make fun animated videos, like me. I'm pretty good for my age in that class too. Being 14, and having an 'A' in that class is impressive.

The final class I'm actually good at, and it's the one I do best in, is robotics. (A/N: Totally cliché. Am I right?) I mean, sure we only occasionally build robots or devices where we have to create the coding ourselves, but I'm always praised for making something that had encrypted coding that pretty much no one could get through... unless they wanted to spend half of their life trying.

But the things that I'm good at doing, and I can see myself have a career in, it's not what my parents want me to do. They want me to do things that impact the world in a more... scientific way that isn't robotics is what I'm trying to say. I'm just too afraid to go up against them, but I need to learn to face that fear. My only problem is that my parents are sweet when you want them to be, but if you cross one of their lines... they're deadly.

I wasn't going to give in today though. I was actually going to do it. I thought of the many way the conversation could play out, giving my the feeling of a pit in my stomach.

Anyway, I hopped onto the school bus and I made my way home, completely forgetting that my report card would be coming in the mail today. As I made it to my house, I pulled the mail out of the mailbox, unlocked the door, and walked into the house. I put the mail on the island in the kitchen, and walked up the stairs to my room.