Life as a Game ~Hiro x Reader~

~Chapter 11~

 "Life is a game and so far I'm losing." She muttered, tears splattered the concrete. "Life is a game and unfortunately, money is how we keep score." (Y/n) turned around the corner of a building before walking along a rough floor.

She could feel the dirt on the floor and the sharp stones and sticks, giving her splinters and scratches as she walked.

The park was empty. There was no noise apart from the occasional car honk which reminded the girl of how lonesome she was. She walked through the bushes on instinct and found herself walking towards the small cubby house made of stone.

By now, the tears in her eyes had dried up completely and sitting in the dark stone hut scared her. She didn't know the sound of absence until she was truly alone. And it was horrible. It just goes to show, by the time you learn the rules of life, you're too old to play the actual game, she should have gone freestyle and shot a lucky shot, but she spent so much of her time learning how to fit in that she didn't realise Hiro had changed.

The game goes on, people change and adapt to the events that occur, no-one waits for the new person learning the rules. And Hiro had passed her. She never knew there was such a cold side to Hiro, perhaps if she did take the lucky shot, she would have seen what he had become sooner.

(Y/n) cried harder as the time ticked by. Was life waiting for her to take her turn? Roll the dice? Had she not received a "miss a turn" already?

Hiro and the gang had been worried the moment (Y/n) ran off. They didn't know where to look. None of them could recall the direction she took off after watching her turn around a street. What was worse was that it was late. The time that thugs and bot fights came out.

This worried Hiro a lot, if he didn't find her soon, he was almost certain someone or something would find her and not appreciate her presence. They had to be fast.

"Let's split up." Honey Lemon suggested. "I'll go with Gogo and search the mall, there can't be many places she remembers from her last time here." At her words and as if by magic, Hiro's brain clicked.

"That's it! I think I know where she is, you guys check the mall quickly to double check while I go look near the park, if I don't call you in 15 minutes then assume I found her and we went home."

Before the gang could protest about the dangers of the night, Hiro ran off, around the corner to the secret hideout from 9 years ago. He prayed she was there.

He didn't know where else to look apart from there and if she somehow wasn't, he had no back up plan. He ran, faster than he ever had before, his heart beating wildly with every step, he dashed through the bushes and charged into the wild nature. Tears began to form in his eyes but Hiro wasn't sure if it really was the wind or his emotions.

The night was setting in by now and he swore he could hear the illegal activity in every dark nook and cranny of San Fransokyo. And for once, it scared him. "(Y/n)?! Where are you?!" He called out, shoving aside the scratchy branches. He didn't care what he ran into, his heart was just begging she was there, hoping nothing would happen.

And then he heard it. It wasn't loud at first, just a little sound, sniffles and gasps for air. They soon became quiet whisper like cries that lead to sobs and loud whale like sounds. Hiro kept quiet as he ever so carefully made his way towards the clearing.

There it was. The stone hut like house that he hadn't visited in 9 years. It stood proudly with a couple of loose rocks littering the floor, a small being inside. It was (Y/n). Hiro felt his heart pound light and quickly as he let out a quiet sigh of relief. His footsteps effortlessly snuck towards the side of the stone opening and paused, listening.