a/n: Damn, I'm really drabblin bros. I'm gonna be so exhausted tomorrow, I guarantee it.
|| Tired Fools || Tadashi Hamada x Reader
“Can you check this for me?”
You lean over, looking away from the laptop in your hands. You scan the screen, reading the code that Tadashi shows you. You squint, and he notices, shifting the monitor, so you don’t have to crane your neck.
“It looks good so far, but you’re gonna have an error here,” You point out, unsteadily balancing your laptop to poke your finger at the screen. You stumble, and the computer slides out of your grasp as you gasp in horror.
“Woah!” He grabs the laptop, securing it carefully yet tightly as your hand grips his shoulder. You balance yourself, the room practically swaying. You blink, sitting on the chair he pulls up for you.
“Thanks,” You say breathlessly, taking a moment to close your eyes. You groan, lines of code practically imprinted on your eyeballs. Even with your eyes closed, you can still see the bright screen and hear a soft chuckle from the boy beside you.
“It’s your fault, y’know.” You grumble, moving your hand to hit him with your eyes still closed. “If we got home earlier from the theme park, we wouldn’t have had to stay up like this.” Your hand finally connects with something warm – his arm, you realize. You give him a light punch.
“Yeah, but you had so much fun on the roller coasters. Who am I to take you away from that?”
“Shut up,” You mumble, realizing that his voice is husky with exhaustion. You swat his arm, and he responds with a questioning hum. “Take a break, stupid.” You order, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him back to lean against his chair.
He allows himself to be pulled back, and you feel his chair shift as he groans in relief. “I have so many errors.”
“That’s okay; you’re a good programmer. You’ll fix it.”
“Not as good as you are, though.”
“Are you kidding me?” You bark out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. With your eyes closed, it provides so much relief from the screen you’d been staring at for the past five hours with only two hours of sleep.
“Nah, you’re great. I mean it.”
“Well, you have great hair.”
“You have nice eyes.”
“You have great arms.”
Somehow, your tiredness had turned both of you into rambling fools, neither of you processing the words that left your lips.
“You’re terrible at acting, but it’s cute.”
You pause. “Am I really?”
“What, the acting or the cute thing? Because both are true.”
“Well, you have cute expressions too. Especially when you talk about your brother and aunt. You practically light up, and it’s adorable,” You giggle.
The both of you fall silent, flushed cheeks and goofy smiles as you process the other’s words.
“Should we continue?”
You sense him turning to look at you. Your lips spread into a warm smile, chuckling at the thought of the horror that’s your assignment waiting for you.
“Wanna trade?”
He chuckles, his hand finding yours and giving it a quick squeeze.
“Sure.”
