How To Save A Life [Hiro x Reader]

✎5- Haywire.

WOOOOAAAHHHHHH, SECOND PERSON?! That's new. [*with some elements of third person cuz i suck at english.] 

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"Hello?"

"[y/n]? I am so glad you didn't change your San Fransoykian number."

"Hiro?" You asked groggily.

"Yea, um, did I wake you?" The male's voice sounded raw, but your sleepy self was too tired to notice it.

"Of course you freaking did; it's 3 in the bloody morning! Why would you call me at this time?" You snapped, rubbing your hand across your droopy eyes. You really didn't care about your attitude at the moment, and since you were already mildly salty at Hiro, so you might as well allow yourself to be a bit cranky.

"There's a prob-- um, uh, Bay--," the boy stuttered.  "You know what, nevermind," Hiro sighed. "I shouldn't have called you. Sorry. Goodnight."

"Hir--" But Hiro already hung up.

Typically, you would be concerned. After all, you're a standard human being who cares for others [sometimes]. Heck, even your sister did too, despite the overall similarity in personality. [Fred's otaku side appointed Gogo a kuudere and you a tsundere during the dinner they had. *They had a major argument about that.]

However, it was 3am, so you just fell back asleep with you phone in you hand.

The next thing you knew, your alarm clock started throw a tantrum. Soon enough, you did too. "Dammit, I hate mornings," you muttered bitterly as you tried to shake the sleep out of your system.

You swiftly got ready and was out the door within 10 minutes. On your way out of your apartment [you live alone, yay for you], you ran into Gogo.

"Gogo?" You was confused. "You don't live here."

"Hey sis!" Gogo's voice was at least an octave higher. She was also uncharacteristically cheerful and energetic. She had a bright smile to her face and was bouncing repetitively.

"Hey... what are you doing here?" You wondered if Honey Lemon had possessed her sister.

"Oh, I was just wondering if I could crash here for todayyyy," the older girl said, letting out an un-Gogo-like giggle. She swung her arm around you's shoulders, steering you back towards the direction of your apartment.

Euphoria. Gogo was definitely sleep deprived.

"Sure, I guess," the younger girl said hesitantly. "Um, how many hours of sleep did you get exactly?"

"None," Gogo exclaimed with too much energy.

"Why...?"

"Hiro called the group over to his place to help him with a problem," Gogo answered as you unlocked your door a few hours earlier than you planned. "The gang was up allllllllll night; but Hiro's probably still awake, haha."

"Mmhm."

"You should visit him," Gogo sang, flopping onto her younger sister's bed. She blew a piece of purple hair out of her face and smiled stupidly.

"What, no!"

"Why notttttt?" Gogo pouted like a little kid. Your patience was waning with every word that came out of your sister's mouth.

"Oh, don't pout at me," you scolded. At the moment, you felt like you was the older sister. Fucking shit. 

"You didn't answer my question," Gogo said without a care.