YOUR P.O.V
As I walked to school, I looked down at my feet. Nothing interesting was around me, only dark and blank fellow school mates. They tried to keep their distance from me, this turned into a circle of emptiness surrounding me. Not even the students rushing to class dared to enter the circle.
As usual, I felt the insignificant stares and whispers of others towards me. I couldn't hear them, but I didn't need to. I walked with my hands in front of me, holding onto my small bag. As I slowly made my way to school.
OTHER P.O.V
You were a rather adorable baby, even your tears from your first breaths were pure and innocent. Your mother cried in happiness as she hugged her pride and joy in her arms, you were such a gift. And she loved you.
"(Y/N)... (Y/N)." Your mother shook you gently. "Good morning." She spoke, her soft voice soothing you from your slumber. "Breakfast is ready." She told.
You stirred in your bed and turned around to face her, you little eyes open and closing slowly. "What's for breakfast?" You asked, sitting up.
"I guess you'll have to find out." She cooed.
"I know!" You raised your little toddler hand. "Bacon and pancakes!"
"Huh?" Your mother turned to you with wide eyes. "You guessed right!" She told, not thinking much of it.
"Yay!"
You sat at the table in the morning, eating away at you breakfast like a little hungry monster. "Would you like some coffè honey?" You mother asked your father.
"Yes, that sounds good." He nodded.
"Mama, daddy says he'd rather have tea." You corrected, then took another bite of your food. Your mother looked at you, then to her husband.
"Is that true, honey?" You mother asked.
"Oh, well... I'm not sure how you knew that (Y/N)." Your father chuckled. You tilted your head to the side.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" You placed your hand in a peace signs as your small friend flattened hers to resemble paper.
"Yay! I win!" You cheered, throwing your hands up. "You're it!"
"That's not fair (Y/N)! You always win!" Your 10 year old friend cried.
"Of course it's fair, it's Rock Paper Scissors!" You smiled.
"You're good at this game (Y/N)." Your teacher remarked. "Why don't you try me? The queen of rock-paper-scissors."
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
Your teacher cried out a fake cry from loosing, making all the kids giggle.
"It's easy." You told. "You're all saying what move you'll make."
"Huh?"
"Mama! Daddy! Look look!" You turned around to show off a small (F/C) bag. "Grandfather bought it for me!"
"It's adorable (Y/N)." Your mother smiled. Putting down the book she was reading.
"Yeah, you sure have grown." Your father stated, moving in the couch to get a better look at you.
"Hey..! Don't call me shorty!" You whined. Your parents looked at you in confusion.
"Hey, do any of your have a boy you like?" Your friend, Taylor, asked.
YOU ARE READING
Astro Boy x Reader Concepts
FanficSome One-shots, Imagines. All that kind of stuff. Nothing dirty, thanks. Astro Boy should never been seen as anything other than innocent.