Hiro x reader one shots

sad [2]

Your P.O.V

"Y/N, can we talk ?" Hiro bangs on my door waiting for me to let him in.

"Hiro there is nothing we need to talk about,"

"Hell yes there is,"

"No, no there isn't, so stopping wasteing your breath and go back home," I tell him. I pick up some on my boxes and begin to pile them into my front room.

"Y/N, I'm going to break down this damn door if you don't let me in," Hiro yells. It scares me. He never yelled like that before. I do open it reluctantly. Hiro walks in dropping onto his knees and hugging my waist.

"Please, please don't go," he cries. Really cries, real tears of sadness and dispair. It breaks my heart but I have to leave.

"I have to," I pull him off of me.

"No, you can't, Y/N, I love you so much, I'm sorry I never told you. I was stupid to be that way. I was always too nervous to do anything," he mumbles.

"Nervous ? You were nervous ?"

"Yes, look at you, you're stunning, I'm. Me," he shrugs. Sniffeling.

"No I'm not Hiro, I'm not. You could have anyone you want, I'm not interested anymore," I shake his gaze away. I have to leave, I have to get over him I have too. I can't live obsessed with him.

"No, please, Y/N, I wanted to tell you-"

"When Hiro ? Huh for the last 6 years I've known you never once have you attempted to get close to me in that way,"

"I told you I was nervous,"

"Nervous or not, I'm over it," I sigh.

"No, you can't be, this can't be happening," he yanks at his waven waves.

"I'm sorry but could you go I need to keep packing,"

"No you don't, don't you dare leave," he begins to rumage around and take things out of my boxes.

"Hiro knock it off, what are you a preschooler ?" I hiss.

"I'm not letting you go,"

"Yes you are,"

"No, Y/N, I thought you were my best friend,"

"Were key word,"

"No, you can't be doing this. My life is going to be a living hell," he hiccups.

"Hiro, your life is going to be just fine,"

"No it's won't," he simpers.

"HIRO GET OVER IT NOTHING YOU CAN DO OR SAY IS GOING TO WORK YOU ARE TOO LATE !!!!" I scream in his face.

"Y/N- I - I," he stops and stares at me with big wide sad eyes. "I love you, and I always will, okay ? don't forget," with that he runs out of my apartment. I don't look back for him or even acknowledge the calls I get from my phone seconds later. I pack up the rest of my things and leave.