A few weeks passed by.
Nothing. Literally nothing had been going on ever since that 'reveal' of yours. Hiro hadn't bothered you and everyone was doing what they were usually doing. It seemed like your talk didn't happen at all. Like it was just a small scene that didn't affect your life in any way. Your routine had been the same ever since then.
Get up. Eat. Go to school. Eat. Go home. Eat. Do homework and sleep.
You figured that Hiro was somewhat going to confront you about what you said to him, and while patiently waiting ㅡ you actually lost patience while doing so.
It had been WEEKS and he still hasn't shown any signs that he wanted to talk to you. Regarding that subject that the both of you discussed a few weeks ago, you also did your best to keep quiet and ignore him as well. It seemed like a bad idea to start accusing people without collecting proper information about them. Daisuke clearly stated that he had a 13% chance that he was wrong.
But why were you clinging to that small percentage, anyway?
* * *
For the first time, you were actually fairly early for school today. Not only that, you had done all of your horrible loads of homework, got 9 hours of sleep and felt really... happy for some reason.
Today was going great so far, as you could tell.
Taking a small sip on your small cup of coffee, you almost spill the remaining contents on your new favorite branded top when you heard someone -- a certain someone -- call out for your name.
The tone was very VERY familiar to your ears. And even before you could turn around and take a look, you were already certain to whom you were going to be face to face with.
It would be really rude not to glance back and acknowledge the sudden pressense and even if you didn't want anyone to bother you on your perfect day, you had to deal with it one way or another.
Glancing over behind your shoulder to peek, you saw the older Hamada jog towards you while waving a hand. He had this happy grin that made your heart do a victory dance at the sight and you quietly squeak in awe. Instinctively, you turn to face him and took a step behind you as you were taken aback by his sunshine-like-smile. You swore you saw flowers radiating off him at how giddy he was.
Hamada had this heavy impact on you and he didn't even know it one bit. Tadashi was as oblivious as he was because of how humble he acted.
Too busy with admiring the older Hamada, you didn't notice yourself flinch. With your foot on the slippery part of the concrete, you yell out a surprised gasp once the heel of your shoe gave in to the algae present below it. Throwing your hands around to grab something as support, you quickly let go of your cup of coffee and didn't notice that it ended up in the garbage can near your figure.
You didn't have much time on reacting to save yourself from the cold, hard (and slightly damp) ground, so, you close your eyes shut and await for the heavy impact with the flat surface.
But it never came.
Instead, as you were an inch away from hitting your head, you felt soft, slender fingers wrap around your wrist and pull you up. Suddenly, your face was brushing over someone's chest whilst they instinctively wrapped their strong arms around your figure in a secure way.
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Together | Hiro Hamada
Fanfiction[UNDER EDITING] Life had been as plain as it can be for a certain girl named (Y/n). She was small, unsocial and wanted a quiet life as much as possible. Going to San Fransokyo was her ticket for a good college rather than her rusty old hometown. She...
