Big Hero 6 x Reader One Shots

(124): Food Fight

I've had a couple of requests for a food fight Hiro x Reader, so here you go. ^-^ Enjoy. (Unedited).

"Hey, guys?" Cass stands in the doorway of Hiro's room, where you sit on Hiro's office chair and Hiro lays sprawled across his bed.

"Yeah?" Hiro asks. He sits up. Cass removes her apron.

"I've gotta take Mochi to the vet. Can I trust the two of you to watch over the cafe for a while?"

Hiro glances at you. You stare at him, hiding a smile. "Of course, Aunt Cass."

She sighs. "For some reason I don't believe you, Hiro. Oh well. I don't have a choice. What I need is for you two to be as responsible as possible. Make desserts. Take orders. Clean. I'll be back in a couple of hours, okay?"

"Okay," You say. Hiro nods.

Cass smiles and turns to Mochi, who waddles across the floor. "Come on, Mochi." She scoops him up and hugs him. You wait until you hear her leave the cafe before running downstairs.

"Come on, ___!" Hiro grabs your hand. You follow him out the door and downstairs. Slowly, customers begin to come and go.

"We're running low on donuts and turnovers," You notice.

"No problem. We can cook."

"That's dangerous. . ."

"No, it's not! Come on!" He leads you to the kitchen. He takes out ingredients and sets them on the counter.

"I'll measure the flour," You suggest. You read off of the recipe and add the suggested amount. Hiro sneaks his hand into the bag of flour. His fingers incase a small handful of the white powder. He says your name. You turn to look at him, and suddenly, your face is covered in white dust.

Hiro erupts with laughter. You scowl as you brush the flour from your eyes. "You're so immature, Hiro!"

Hiro continues to laugh, holding his stomach tightly. Tears slide down his red cheeks. You pick up the measuring cup of flour and dump it on his head. He gasps. "Hey!"

"Ha! That's what you get!"

"Oh, really?" Hiro grabs another handful of flour and throws it in your hair. Then-- it's a full out food fight.

Flour, sugar, and butter being the only weapons, the kitchen ends up messy. Not to your knowledge, Hiro drops a stick of butter on the floor as he tries to clean up the counters. Your gasp in shock as your shoe makes contact with the light yellow substance with a smoosh! sound. You slide backwards, arms flailing.

"Whoa!"

Hiro reaches out for you. You fall into his arms. "Whoa-- I got you." He smiles.

You smile back, and then, the two of you are kissing. Your fingers tangle in his thick flour-filled hair, his arms cradle you gently against him.

You grimace at the taste of flour on Hiro's lips. He pulls away. "What?"

"You taste like flour," You complain.

Hiro laughs. "Um, thanks?"

"It's not a compliment." Hiro leans in to kiss you again. "No, no." You stop him. "Not until you're cleaned up."

Hiro sighs. You pick up the broom and start sweeping. You hear footsteps on the stairs.

"Hiro!" You call out. "Where are you going?"

"To clean up!" He calls out.