Big Hero 6 x Reader One Shots

(46): The Funeral

No one requested this; I wrote this Hiro x Reader because I'm in a terribly sad state right now. This is probably horribly messy and awfully written, but I'm not in the mood to write currently.
Enjoy. ^-^ (Unedited).

The rain begins to fall as soon as you step outside of your car. You pull your black coat tighter around you and open up your black umbrella. It was a dreary day in every way possible. The rain that plopped onto the sidewalk in muddy puddles reminded you only of the sadness Hiro was probably drowning in. Yesterday was supposed to be the biggest day of Hiro's life. He was finally getting awarded for all of his hard work and you were so proud. So was Tadashi. Tadashi, who gave up his life to try to save his professor in the fire at the showcase. You weren't there. You'd received a call that night from a sobbing Honey Lemon, telling you the awful news.

Hiro was your best friend and you hadn't seen him since before. You texted him around midnight, telling him that you were there for him. He didn't respond. At three in the morning, he called you. He didn't say anything other than your name before sobbing. You cried with him, for an hour until you heard his soft snoring on the other end of the phone.

Now you stand in front of the cafe, wearing a knee length black dress and black flats. A headband pushes your hair back from your face. You push the doors open and step inside. A memorial had been set up for Tadashi and Professor Callaghan. Your eyes scan the room where students from SFIT gathered. You push throw the crowd of sad people who talk in soft whispers until you see Cass. Her cheeks are wet with tears, eyes red, and she raises a coffee mug to her lips shakily. You walk in front of her and she sets her mug down on the counter.

"Oh, ___, sweetie," She says quietly, hugging you close. She backs away quickly. "Here, give me your coat and umbrella."

"I can take it," You insist.

"No, please. Let me." She gives you this sad smile that doesn't reach her eyes. You nod in understanding. Sometimes, even doing little things in life can help keep your mind off of loss.

When she returns, she pours you a mug of tea. You slowly drink it, talking quietly with Tadashi's group of mourning friends. Hiro still hasn't shown. Cass notices and touches your arm.

"He's been upstairs all day."

"Can I go see him?" You ask. Cass's lips tighten together in a thin line and she nods. You touch her shoulder before walking to the foot of the stairs. Hiro sits at the top, staring at the step below him.

You walk up to him and then sit beside him. He doesn't move, doesn't react. You wrap your arms around him and lean your head on his shoulder.

"I don't understand," He says after a few minutes.

"I don't either," You say.

"He never did anything. . . he never deserved that." He closes his eyes. You reach for his hand. He holds on to it tightly. "It hurts."

"I know," You say, your voice breaking through a strained cry.

Hiro looks over at you as you cry. He has never seen you cry before. Slowly, he reaches out to brush a tear away from your cheek. You tighten your grip on his hand as Hiro turns his attention back to the floor.

"Hiro," Cass says from the bottom of the stairs. "We have to go."

Hiro swallows. You see the tears glistening in his eyes. The funeral. Cass then walks out like everyone else. "___," Hiro says, standing up and grabbing your hand. "Please don't leave my side during this."

"I won't, Hiro."

All through the funeral you kept your grip on Hiro's hand and the black umbrella that kept the two of you dry. Hiro didn't cry, didn't move. His eyes stared forward the entire time, his face twisted in a mask of pain.

Afterwards, you came back to Hiro and Cass's apartment above the cafe. Hiro led you to his room, where he sat on the edge of the bed for hours. The two of you never talked, just kept your hands in each other's.

But just before bed, as you were gently pushing Hiro back against his pillows, he whispered a low, "I love you." His eyes are fixed on the closed blinds that block out the moonlight that Tadashi loved to have pour through the window

"I love you too, Hiro," You say, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Try to sleep, okay?"

"Okay," He says.

"I'll be down tomorrow," You add.

"Okay."  Hiro's eyes don't leave the window.

You sigh and stand. You turn off the light and stand in the doorway. "Night."

Hiro doesn't respond. You walk off, softly shutting the door behind you. Hiro glances over at the door as the sound of your footsteps disappears. "Night, ___," He murmurs.

He then looks at Tadashi's bed, still made from that last morning. Tadashi's hat sits at the foot of the bed. Hiro blinks away tears and says, "Night, Tadashi."

The silence that follows leaves Hiro sobbing into his pillow.