Life as a Game ~Hiro x Reader~

~Chapter 9~

(Y/n) couldn't sleep. It probably was the nostalgia but something in her head pounded. She sat up and rubbed her eyes before looking around the room. It was way too dark and the only thing illuminating the room was Hiro's digital alarm clock. 6:30 it read.

The girl sighed and looked around the room, the room divider had been pulled back and left a dusty trail on the floor. Now that (Y/n) thought of it, she could feel the dusty bookshelves and items as she felt her way to Hiro's bed. Why there was so much dust? (Y/n) didn't know nor cared. Slowly, she tiptoed past her sleeping friend and made her way to the staircase, sitting on the first step. It was slightly cold and nothing but Hiro's soft breathing could be heard.

She smiled. She did it, she made it all the way to San Fransokyo without the help of her parents. She raised all the money by herself and managed to see her childhood best friend. She didn't know what she felt, pride? Happiness? Self-accomplishment? Something in her brain was telling her it was so but the feeling seemed completely off, like it wasn't related to her sense of honour. It was as if she were waking up and had an unclear train of thought.

A warm hand was placed on her shoulder, causing her to jump and forget the feeling she had experienced. "Couldn't sleep?" The familiar voice called. (Y/n) shrugged.

"I guess...there is this pounding in my head that I'm not quite sure if it's nostalgia or a headache." She replied lightly. The person no doubtingly Hiro, sat beside her.

"Would it be weird if I say that I'm experiencing that pounding feeling to?" He asked (Y/n) laughed.

"Maybe it's just because we are in summer pyjamas in a winter cold room." She suggested, "But in all seriousness, I was having some weird subconscious thought that you were starting to wake... weird but true." Her words caught herself and her friend off guard. Was that the sleepy like feeling she had? Did she really just imagine herself in Hiro's perspective of emotions? Not even science could explain that, perhaps it was just a friend thing.

"Really? Must be the best friend magic we have then." Hiro said, reassuring her "friend thing" theory. They both went silent after that, listening to the sound of absolute peacefulness. Finally, (Y/n) spoke up.

"Remember when we would wake up at this time when we were kids?" Her voice was soft and gentle, almost as if she were back in the memory she were explaining. "It would be very early and we would be all hushed like this," She indicated by speaking even softer, "We'd sneak to the kitchen and steal candy. You always got the gummy bears and I always got the cotton candy- even though Aunt Cass specifically told us not to." (Y/n) laughed, not noticing the small frown Hiro displayed. "Then we would eat the sugar and go all crazy, always waking Tadashi up from his sleep so he would chase us around the house-"

"Yeah that was fun." Hiro cut her off abruptly. (Y/n) turned to look at Hiro before returning her gaze to the floor.

"Mhmm, it was."

Hiro sighed and stood up, opening the blinds in his room. Sunlight poured in from where ever it could and filled the entire room. "Come on (N/n)." Hiro beckoned, "We have to get ready or we won't make it in time to Fred's place." (Y/n) smiled and nodded before hurrying to her suitcase.

"Where does Fred live anyway?" She asked.

"Oh," Hiro exclaimed, "Do you remember that one time Aunt Cass and I went to my school and left you with Tadashi?" He asked, digging through a draw filled with socks and underwear.

"Yeah? Of course I do, it was the first and last time Tadashi spent time with me alone...he showed me a magic trick I think then you and Aunt Cass came back." (Y/n) recounted.