My Book of One Shots

7•75 (Tadhasi Hamada x Shy!Artist!Reader prt 3) Secrets on Three

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This is a Tadashi Hamada from Big Hero 6 fanfic, requested by Anonymous.

Reader's P.O.V

It's been five months now that I've been living with the Hamada's, and I can tell you, it's the happiest time of my life. The only fighting that's around is playful and usually involves someone - often Hiro - getting chased around the house - mainly by Tadashi, but sometimes me as well. Hey, he stole my sketchpad! What was I supposed to do? Anyway, things are going well, I help out in the café - in the back of course, because I can't deal with people too well - and in the house upstairs so I don't feel like I'm being a burden. Of course, some things will always be hard...

"Ew, what is she wearing?" Liza, the typical bleached blond haired, extremely short skirts and caked on make-up, always out to get me. Great. "I know, and what's with her hair?" Tasha, a brunette with much the same style replies, both chattering about me as I walk past them leaning against a wall, my sketchpad clutched to my chest. I know they're just trying to get to me, because I only have on my jeans, (2nd f/c) strapped shirt and (f/c) hoodie on while my hair is down, but man I wish Honey Lemon was here, due to her excitable chatter she doesn't notice the girls but at the same time her voice drowns theirs out.

"Hey dork, what the hell are you doing?" Liza asks while I pass them, ignoring their voices and just their presence in general as I continue on. "Hey b!tch, I'm talking to you." Liza said firmly, pushing on my shoulder so I'm thrown back a bit, also having to turn to face her. With a set jaw, I try to keep walking, not having anything to say to them but they don't seem to be taking that today. "A$$hole, don't walk away from us." Tasha said, yanking on my arm to pull me back, throwing me into the wall. "We want to know how you got in here." Liza said, both of them getting uncomfortably close to my face. "Through the door." I say, looking off the the side, earning me a slap from the blond.

"No you dumba$$, we mean into the school." Tasha said as I remain monotone. "You have no power in your arm whatsoever." I say to Liza who glares with a growl. "You little dingus, you have no talent nor brains, how did you get into this school!?" She screams in my face which I keep a void of all emotion. I've gotten used to this and besides, they've never seen my work. "Well it certainly wasn't on a large bribe." I say quietly, making both their eyes widen. Yeah, both girls - musical majors, focusing on vocals - got into the University from large bribes from their fathers as they go really out of tune a lot of the time while singing, and cannot take any form of criticism. Constructive or otherwise.

"You insufferable little pig faced brat!" Liza screams, raising her hand to strike me again while Tasha snatches away my sketchpad which I wasn't expecting, and so the thing slips out of my hands easily. I close my eyes and await for the impact but it never comes. "I suggest you both. Leave. (Y/N). Alone." My eyes snap open at that voice, that familiar voice. It's Tadashi's voice. "Tadashi!" Liza exclaims, suddenly dropping all harshness as he holds her wrist mid air, pulling my sketchpad from Tasha's grip. I'm not surprised she's dropped the harshness, because everyone knows she has a crush on him.

"Let me put this straight." He said, lowering his arm which still holds a tight grip on hers. "If you don't leave (Y/N) alone, you're "popularity" will suddenly vanish due to a little "gossip" I overheard." He said very seriously, the girls eyes widening as she gulps. You see, Honey Lemon paired with Gogo are very, very efficient on gaining information on people, so they could undoubtably find something on the them both. Releasing her, the two girls head off quickly, Tadashi then turning to me in concern. "You alright, (Y/N)?" He asks as I gently pull my sketchpad from his hands. "Yeah, I'm used to it. Thank you." I say, hugging the item to my chest as we begin to walk down the hall. "Wait, "you're used to it"? So this has happened before?" He asks with raised eyebrows as I nod discretely. "(Y/N) why didn't you say something!?" He asks in shock as I shrug slightly. "I didn't want to bother you." I mumble, looking at my feet.