Hiro Hamada x Reader ("You, Me, and the World")

The Prep

    The two of you mulled over your father's condition.

    "Try calling him again," Hiro suggested. Giving his phone to you once more, he leaned in to watch as you thumbed in the number once more, brows scrunching with the phone pressed tight to your ear.

    Nothing.

    Ignoring how a cold sweat ran down your face, you laughed, phone sliding in tight fingers. "Ha! There's no way Ashi acts that fast, though." "Hmm.." You gave Hiro his phone, him humming thoughtfully. He looked up at you, noting how your smile was particularly forced right now. Your brows were a bit too low, and your eyes, strained. "(Y/N)..." His hand trembled, hovering at your bedside.

    Though his hands were clammy, upon yours, they felt comforting. "Hhhh.." You would've loved to say something cool just then, but all you could do was wheeze. "It'll be okay," he nodded. "After all... Big Hero Seven will be on the case, right?" His toothy grin could do nothing but elate you.

    "Wait a second," you shook his hand off, "Big Hero Seven? I kind of feel bad for joining..! That's really... Not catchy! Maybe just keep the na-" Hiro just laughed. "It's okay, (Y/N)..!" He kept trying to calm you down, the room shortly being filled with awkward giggles. Already, you're feeling better. "...Hey, while we're here, um.. What do you want your suit to have..? I already made a few of my own ideas!-" He blushed at your growing smile. "Umm, but, since it's your suit.. I thought.. Um." "Well.. The hoverboard and nunchucks are definitely cool." You thought on that, adjusting in your bed. "I know that the main reason I graduated so early is because of my work with electricity." "Electricity..!" He leaned in slightly. "Well! That works out with the nunchucks!" His chest stuck out slightly. "Maybe I'll attach a gear bag, then... Tools that can do detail work with that. Yeah. That'd help a lot. And maybe.."  Hiro's mumbly voice was excited, rambly, and... Rhythmic. Calming. Your lids drooped shut, enjoying the rise and fall of his tone.

--time skip brought again by foot chan--

    "(Y/N)."

    When you awoke, you were alone, your nurse at the foot of your bed. "Are you adjusting well?" Gently, she held your arm, pressing at pressure points that made your arm twitch. "Oh, yeah, it feels great!" You swung your arm around, just to show her. "Mmm.." She wrote on a clipboard. "That Hiro Hamada kid sure is amazing. No pain? No numbness?" "Not at all." "You've adjusted really well.."  More pencilling, before she placed the clipboard on the counter, bending your arm certain ways before documenting her findings. "At this rate, you just might be discharged tomorrow. We'll run a few more tests to make sure all the poison is out of your system." "Poison.." You thought for a second. "What exactly was  in my body?" This made the nurse's face contract. "Well.." She looked at her clipboard. "We don't really know."

    "...You don't?" "No. What we do know is that... There's traces of cyanide, fungi. Full of live, unidentified material." Live. The term made your skin itch and tremble all over. Your mind swam with thoughts on Ashi - questions, on his "home" - but most of all, worry for your father. No matter what, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened to him. "Make sure to stay safe, alright?" Lowering the clipboard, her eyes met yours. They were the earnest eyes of a well-meaning nurse. "If it indeed is a new poison... There's no cure. You're lucky the strain only affected your arm." "..." "Have a good night, (Y/N). The doctor will be seeing you shortly."

    Time passed too quickly, your mind bursting with thoughts, and queries - gosh, you really wanted to sing. You hadn't even noticed Hero, Fred, and Wasabi walking in. "Hello?~" Fred's hand, waving inches in front of your face, was what snapped you back into reality. "Oh!" You looked at the team. Wasabi disinfected one of the seats before he sat. "The girls are out baking a cake right now." "AND, I hear it's (favorite flavor)!~" Fred chimed in. "Mmm.." Yeah. Cake sounds good, once this all is over.." Your arm gave a small twitch. "Oh. I should tell you.." You filled them in on what exactly happened to your arm.

    "A fungus!?" Wasabi brought out his disinfectant once more, body caving in on itself. "Wasabi, calm down!" Hiro and Wasabi squabbled for a moment, Hiro sitting Wasabi down once more. Hiro's face hardened, leaning against the arm of the chair. "...A new poison, possibly developed by Ashi..." The two of you shared the same thought. "This is a real problem."  "Still talking at the same time, huh?" "Not now, Fred."

    "On the bright side, after some tests, they say I should be discharged tomorrow!" "Already!" Fred shook Hiro. Hiro took a moment to compose himself, focusing on you. "That's great! Then maybe..." They all nodded to themselves, immediately in agreement.

    "We'll have a party!"

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a/n: Okay. I need your help.

I know at least one person is reading this, so hear me out.

My writing style - the content I make, is definitely more serious than what I, uh, wrote before... As you can see. However, to preserve this story's "style", I might try to make things more goofy, like they were before. For old time's sake! So I'm thinking of implementing a rap battle somewhere. Because that's something 2015 me would definitely do...

What do you think? Rap battle, or serious?

plain, out