#hiro hamada x reader

[ilovedeftones333]

Tutoring (PT. 2)

synopsis: js fluff since they are minors. tadashi is alive, reader is less skeptical than before

You had originally thought tutoring was going to be awful, but Hiro managed to make it bearable. He'd crack these stupid jokes and even thought about giving breaks. He knew when you needed one and was extremely patient. Though he was only your tutor, you had began seeking out his company more often than you expected. Hiro was good at explaining difficult concepts and so you picked up and understood things better. You felt guilty, sending him a text that you didn't understand and needed some more help with topics you basically mastered just to see him, but you so desperately wanted to talk with him and hang out.

You denied it at all times to yourself that you liked him. He was just every other tutor. But then again, you slowly started hanging out with him not only for the lessons, but like actual friends. And it was kind of nice.

Weeks pass by, and soon, you both were like best friends. People would look at you and see that, not knowing he was your tutor. Of course, they didn't expect a fourteen year old boy to be a tutor, but still. You definitely did not want anyone to know about all the photos of your hangouts on your phone. Especially the fact that you made a whole folder dedicated to them.

Now you were helping Hiro even sneak into your room unbeknownst to your parents, though they did notice that you weren't as angry at them lately and you didn't protest about tutoring. They just assumed you finally accepted your role of being a good daughter. But who cared? All that mattered was they never suspected anything. If they knew about your friendship, they'd think emotions would get in the way of your education and it didn't help they never approved of hanging out with boys outside of school.

Eventually, you started sneaking out to meet up with Hiro. You never expected he participated in illegal robot fights. And that he earned quite a bit. Like any normal person would do, you guys would use the money to buy your favorite candies: sour gummies and all kinds of gummies galore.

One night, he did bring you to his room to help you study, though it was more giggling, junk food and chatter. That's when his older brother, Tadashi, discovered his little brother had been hanging out with a girl. And he wasn't expecting a stubborn, sarcastic girl with messy, flaming pink hair. You politely said hi to him and Hiro looked like he wanted to disappear. Tadashi just shook his head and waked out the room.

Few hours after, you left his house and Tadashi came back up to the room to tease Hiro.

"So..." he began. Hiro groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "Don't start." Tadashi just gave him a knowing smirk before continuing anyways. "New friend? Or... girlfriend?" Hiro groaned louder and slumped back into the chair, scowling at his gleeful older brother. He was never gonna hear the end of this. Tadashi ignored him and went on about how cute you two were. He could deny it all he wanted, but secretly, Hiro enjoyed it. He didn't understand why.

He didn't understand why he had the urge to see you, how he'd get excited when he did but also shy and how he was beginning to lean towards the loud rock you listened to or how he couldn't help staring at you when he though you weren't looking. He didn't understand why he cared so much that you were doing good in school that he was extra patient and explained things so it became easier. The last time he tutored, he quit halfway.

You were infuriating in the best possible way, and he hoped you thought the same about him.

Days went by and you were completely enamored by him. The way he'd get excited when explaining stuff about robotics or computer science made butterflies flutter in your stomach. He was like a little puppy with a treat.

It went the same way with Hiro: he thought it was cute how you'd stick out your tongue out the corner of your mouth when drawing. You were like a little kid concentrated on their coloring. Luckily, he only paid attention to your face because at that moment, you were drawing him. And you may or may not have drawn him a couple times. Okay, a lot.

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One night, you were at Hiro's house again for some tutoring. You were struggling with a different topic, for real this time, and Hiro had decided to seriously help you. But your mind wandered and like usual, you were staring at Hiro, and not the papers and screen in front of you. Absentmindedly, you hummed in response to sound like you were totally concentrating. Yeah, totally.

"...See, that's where you're getting stuck," Hiro said, circling part of the equation with his mechanical pencil. "You're treating the exponent like it only applies to the number, but it applies to everything inside the parentheses." He began to explain. "Think of the parentheses like a box. Whatever's inside the box gets affected. You can't just… pick one thing and ignore the rest. Got it? You try now." Handing you the pencil, his hand brushed yours and there went the butterflies in a frenzy.

"Oh! Um, okay." How were you going to do what he explained if you weren't paying attention. You touched the tip of the pencil onto the paper, but then stopped. Turning to face an expectant Hiro, you asked "Can you repeat what you said? It sounded so... so nerdy."

A look of sheer surprise crossed Hiro's face and, oh my God, you wanted to smack yourself. You hadn't intended for your tone to come out flirty! Your mind was somewhere else and you thought how cute and attractive it was when he explained topics. He was dorky in a non-mean way.

"Nerdy...? I mean, yeah I guess." He replied, rubbing the back of his neck, another habit of his that you noticed. You cringed internally but kept a straight face as he went back to explaining the formula. What if he thought you looked stupid? Or he felt offended that you called him nerdy? And, again, what the hell was up with that tone?! You needed to gather yourself together.

If you weren't so self-conscious, you'd have noticed the tips of his ears turning red. Hiro's hands were moving and working while explaining things to you, but his mind was thinking, "Nerdy? What did she mean by that? Was she making fun of me? No... but why'd she say it like that?" He began to get a little flustered because you were paying more attention to him and not the problem at hand.

Moving closer to see your workings, you could feel his breath ever so slightly on your ear as he watched you writing out the formula and tried calculating. And it wasn't helping your nerves. Looking back at him, you met his eyes for his approval of what you did. For a second, you stared at each other before hastily looking away. Hiro cleared his throat and nodded and said weakly, "Yeah, yeah, looks good." And you could've sworn he glanced down to your lips.

You were very much going to replay this moment in your head over and over instead of sleeping.

author's note: hello again bbgs!! im feeling very very motivated to write :3 yippieeee

[ilovedeftones333]

Tutoring. (PT. 1)

warnings: none since they are minors. reader is female and implied to be asian. (i'm living vicariously through my fanfics kill me). also, not gonna mention he already graduated high school at thirteen (y'all they fourteen here) so the plot can work better and i'm lazy so :p

School seriously freaking sucked. What was the point of learning physics if you weren't going to use it in the future?

The teacher droned on, his monotone voice becoming one with the background noise, everything else slowed to a blur as you thought of heading out of school to go and rollerblade and throw up some graffiti. You may do it somewhere illegal or legal.

Soon enough, class was over and the students started chatting away and filing out the door. Getting up and slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you start walking out when a throat clears: Mr. Webbers.

"Hold on, could you come over here for one second?" turning around with an annoyed expression, you trudge back. "Yeah?" you ask, waiting impatiently. Mr. Webbers sighed, tapping his pencil on his desk. "Your grades have been slipping a lot lately and I haven't received five of your homework assignments that all the other students had turned in."

Jesus. One of the lines you were hoping not to hear. Biting your lip, you thought. Well, you weren't the best at STEM subjects, but what the hell could you do? It just wasn't interesting and that made it hard to apply yourself. And you were afraid of making mistakes and, fine, you are lazy when it comes to this stuff. Your teacher continued, noting you consider this. "I've talked to your parents and they aren't very pleased either." That got your attention even more, and not in a good way.

"We want to help you, so we think that you should get a tutor for extra learning. They already decided to get one for you."

Ah, shit.

You felt hot anger swell up inside of you. Your parents never talked about this to you and they agreed for a tutor without asking about what you felt. It was useless feeling this, since they always pulled this crap on you anyway, but you couldn't help it! You were always forced to do something without your say. Being the strict Asian parents they were, they always thought, my child needs to honor her family by doing what they were made to do, whether they like it or not.

Now, your precious time was going to be wasted just because your parents were upset about grades and a few missing assignments. If they even bothered to notice, or at least ask, they'd have seen you did better at creative subjects rather than practical ones.

"And you didn't think to tell me beforehand?" You ask, trying not to shout making your voice waver. "This is unfair, y'know. Did you even tell them to tell me? And when was this decided?" Mr. Webbers looked uncomfortable. "Alright, no, I did not tell them to ask you first and this was decided a week ago." he admitted. "I hadn't thought you'd need to be asked."

That was awesome. Amazing. You felt so stupid feeling so angry about this, but it infuriated you, how could it not? It wasn't about having to study and work more. Maybe a little, but it was majorly because your parents had yet again made a decision without letting you know first.

Nodding slowly, you put on a poker face. "Alright. I'm going to go now." turning around, you walked out the door, not before Mr. Webbers called out, "Tomorrow you'll meet him."

Kicking a trash can on your way out of school, you bitterly thought about it. Some stupid guy was going to tutor you and in the end you'd learn nothing at all. Maybe he'd be one of those sour dudes that were super strict about everything.

Pushing the doors open, you grab your bike and hop on, pedaling away as your pink-dyed hair whipped behind you.

Reaching home you slammed the front door, not bothering to say hi back to your parents. Stomping up the stairs, you head to your bedroom, your favorite place on planet Earth. It had posters of your most-loved bands and drawings, mixed media art and graffiti work. Books were stacked over in a corner, clothes strewn about while spray cans of numerous colors were huddled on a shelf. Fairy lights glimmered and your lamp glowed a neon pink casting a glow over your room. Tossing your bag down, you flopped onto your bed and grabbed your diary. Writing was another way you could release anger and frustration, a helpful soother. It wasn't a person, but close enough. When you were younger, you had plenty friends, but things went downhill from thirteen. It was only a year ago, but long enough. You weren't popular but not hated. The multiple cliques there were in school weren't your thing and everyone was chasing everyone's validation. Sure, you had friends, but to your luck, they had all moved away and you never really wanted to talk to other people. School was just an irregular shaped box filled with mindless idiots. And that's how it all was to you.

Soon, multiple pages were filled up with your angry written thoughts about how your day hasn't been that good. Or could've been better. Closing it up and putting it away on a shelf you curled up to the side and closed your eyes. Sleep over took you, a temporary fix away from the troubles of day.

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound of your alarm rang through your ears snapping you awake with a groan. For a moment, all was well until you remembered what Mr. Webbers had told you. Rolling out of bed, you headed to the bathroom to get ready for school. The water was warm and it calmed you down a little, but it did not distract you from the unfortunate situation in the future.

An hour later and now you were walking into school, heading to your first class. Per usual, it was shitty, as was every other class except for art. The day dragged on in a blur of teachers talking, pencils scratching against paper, and the constant chorus of students chatting, shoes scuffling and squeaking across the linoleum floors. You half-listened through lectures, doodled absentmindedly in the margins of paper, and counted the minutes until each bell saved you from another classroom.

By the time the bell for the end of the day rang out and students flooded the hallway, you had forgotten at least three-quarters of what was taught in classes. Not that you cared: no way were you going to use it in real life. Weaving your way through the current of people, you managed to make your way to the classroom where your teacher asked to meet.

Mr. Webbers was already waiting inside and, judging by the way his eyebrows lifted, seemed genuinely surprised you'd actually shown up.

Standing beside him was a boy around your age. He was probably another student stuck tutoring. With tousled black hair, a scruffy looking hoodie, and his hands shoved into the front pocket, he had the unmistakable look of someone who'd rather be anywhere else. His gaze briefly met yours before darting away, like he wasn't entirely sure what to make of you.

"Let's get this over with. Who's my tutor... and where is said person?" you asked, looking between Mr. Webbers and the door.

Mr. Webbers cleared his throat.

"Oh—uh, Hiro over here is your tutor."

He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, giving him a small nudge forward. For a second, you just stared, taken aback.

"Him?" this was definitely not the guy you were expecting. You thought he'd be some dude two grades above you. Hiro rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward smile creeping on his face showing the slight gap between his front teeth.

"Hi."

"You've got to be kidding." You blurt it out faster than you anticipated and you cringed inside. Sure, you weren't happy about being tutored, but you didn't mean to sound so rude. But it was kinda too late to back out. You wanted to look angry about this. Hiro didn't seem fazed because of your little comment, just a little uncomfortable. "Mr. Webbers asked me to tutor you."

"Yeah, no duh." You reply. For seconds, you two just stare at each other. Mr. Webbers, sensing a slight tension, he diverts it. "Uh, I can promise you, I did not grab a random kid in the hallway. Looks can be deceiving. Trust me, Hiro is really smart and could help you." with that, Hiro nodded.

He was your age and if anything, it made you feel more stupid. But before you could open your mouth or say anything, Mr. Webbers pushed you both out. "Thanks for showing up, Hiro, take her to the library." The door shuts, and you're left alone with Hiro. Heading to the library, it's mostly quiet. There was nothing to say. Your eyes keep darting to Hiro even though you didn't want them to. But he intrigued you: a supposed fourteen year old prodigy tutoring.

You arrived in the library and you move to an empty table, slouching down onto your seat. Hiro sits down beside you and opens up his laptop as you plonk some papers down.

"So... uh, what subject are you failing?" He asks, tapping his fingers on his lap and blinking at you. "Straight to the point, huh? Well, STEM subjects." Hiro nods. "Okay. Which of those are you struggling with the most?" You answer him with a simple, "All of it."

"Oh...kay. Can I see your homework?"

"It's embarrassing."

"I've seen worse."

With a sigh, you slide your slightly crumpled papers towards him. He nods while looking through it. "Yeah, I've seen worse." You didn't know whether it was a bad thing or not. But Hiro didn't elaborate and instead, he began to tutor you.

Secretly, you thought he was doing a good job, as time went on. He pinpointed the things you were most confused about and even tried to make it less boring. From time to time, he'd have to remind you to concentrate as you drew in your notebook. Of course, he wasn't perfect. He'd go a little too fast and occasionally make dry jokes which weren't funny but it still made you laugh a little, even if it was because they weren't funny. And that was good enough for him.

An hour ticked by, and soon, your session was over and you learnt more than you had in any of your classes.

"Hey, erm, thanks." You thanked him. Hiro smiled crookedly, a boyish sort of smile that made you want to smile back. "You're welcome." he replied. You just turned around to leave but he called out to you. "Oh, hey, can I give you my number?" His ears turn pink as he quickly adds and scratches the back of his head, "I-In case you have questions."

You paused before taking a step towards him. "Sure." Tapping in your number, you waved goodbye before leaving through the library doors.

Maybe these tutoring sessions wouldn't be that bad.

author's note: guys, ignore the tag rebel girl x nerd boy, i had ZERO clue on what to put that would describe it best. 💀 so if it looks/sounds a lil cringe, my bad ya'll, or maybe i'm js overthinking. lemme knoww. but enjoyyy

[its-elementary]

Chapter 2: Showtime!

Summary: You get friends! I’m kidding, they’ve been there the entire time.

A/N:

All of reader’s friends are vaguely based on mine, so we’ve got a group of gays and neurodivergents with the common love language of bullying and looking out for each other.

Reader’s not like stupidly strong but she’s a girl so she needs to know what to do to survive.

It’s that wonderful time of the year once more! 

The time where the world turns white, the reindeers prance around, and- wait. My apologies. This is the wrong script.

….

Ah! Found it!

Ahem.

It is the time for new technological advances to be shared with the world! The time for innovation and ingenuity! The time, where students compete to earn a spot in the prestigious San Fransokyo Institute of Technology!

The SFIT Showcase.

                           ~•~

“So this is basically a nerd convention. Like, everyone here is a nerd.”

“You realize you’re in here too, right?”

“I-. Damn.”

“Nerd,” you point to your friend Makayla as she flips you off.

A pair of hands reach forward and grab both yours and hers, leading you all back to the rest of your group.

“You two need to stick with everyone else,” Lucy lectures, “we don’t want a repeat of that last field trip where we lost you for five hours.”

She side eyes you both.

“Pfft. Me? Please. I am always exactly where I need to be. Her on the other hand, we need to invest in a child leash for,” you say, defending your honor and sending Makayla on a quest to regain hers.

“Wow okay, did you wake up and chose violence today or is today just “insult Makayla day”?”

“Why not both?”

Shrugging, you let yourself get guided towards the others.

“Guys! Check this project out!”

Julian points to a booth where notes of music float away, turning into different colours.

“They made that one to show everyone what synesthesia can look like!”

“It’s sooooo pretty!” MJ says, as the rest of you “oohs” and “ahhs” at the captivating sight.

“Oh! Oh! Look at this one!!!”

Isabelle herds the group toward an adorable litter of kittens.

“Kittens, we think they’re adorable. What do they think of us?” she reads off the information board.

“Aren’t you curious to know gorgeous?”

The student manning the booth places a helmet over a kitten and hands it over to Isabelle.

“Now, with the power of the prefrontal cortex and a little reading technology…”

She connects the device to a speaker.

Instantly, a voice emits from it.

“Ew ew ew ew get these filthy humans away from me.”

Heartbroken, Isabelle puts the cat down and walks away dejectedly. Lucy, Julian, and MJ comfort her.

Looking at the three of you left behind, the girl asks “think I’ll still have a chance?”

The three of you cringe and shake you heads slowly. She sighs and looks down.

“I can try and give her your number if you’d like?”

The girl perks up. She bends down under the table to grab a business card and scribbles her number on the back. As she rises, she hits her head on the table. Collectively wincing you all choose not to address it, instead, grabbing the card and awkwardly walking away.

“Well… that was interesting!”

As you move deeper into the showcase, you walk backwards explaining the concepts behind each innovation, breaking down the intricacies with a little help from Makayla, and admiring each project, when one of the showcase participants yells “Watch out!”

You startle as a barrage of marbles fly loose in every direction.

A small, unassuming green and blue marble rolls towards you just as you take a step backward.

You yelp as the it knocks you off balance, sending you tumbling.

Before you fall too far, a pair of hands reach under your arms and hoist you upwards, saving your ass from an introduction with the floor.

Leaning off of them, you situate yourself upright and turn around.

You thank them before registering who it was that caught you.

Hiro saved me. Like a hero. Get it? Okay I’ll shut up now.

You stare at him, taking in his features. Your eyes roam over his incredibly fluffy looking hair and his adorable toothy smile.

You catch his eyes and take a moment to admire them, transfixed.

Gods they’re so big and gorgeous. They’re like… really deep wells of brown. I could stare into them forever. You know, the sunlight is hitting them really nicely. Almost like it’s a paid actor.

Wait. Sunlight? But we’re indoors?

Oh yeah, the solar project. Have I been zoned out for too long? I don’t know. All I know is that I could stare at him for hours and maybe for the rest of my lif-.

“Uhhhh. Are you okay?” 

You flinch, snapping out of your daze.

“Yeah! Yeah I’m good. Perfectly fine. Awesome even.”

Oh my gods this is embarrassing. Can I disappear now? I’m sure I saw a vaporizer somewhere around here.

Your friends stare at you from behind Hiro, unimpressed and ready to vaporize you themselves, to save themselves from second hand embarrassment.

“Okayyy?” He stares at you, confused with a tinge of concern.

“Yup, well it was nice seeing you again Hiro, but we’ve gotta go. Bye!”

“Wait! What’s your name-“

You rush past him, and start pushing your friends away in any direction but his.

“That was bad. So bad. Like so horrendously bad that I didn’t know if I wanted to knock you unconscious or myself.”

“Yes! Okay! Thank you so much for that!” You hiss at Isabelle.

“I don’t even need to ask if that was the guy, it was so obvious.”

You pointedly ignore that comment.

“What kind of project even was that? Why do we need marbles?” 

Grumbling, you continue to defend your admittedly cringe worthy encounter against your friends comments of “I think this should be part of your top ten fails,” and “maybe we need to enroll you into a flirting class or something.”

You stop.

“Do you guys hear that?”

Looking around and at each other, your friends shake their heads.

“No. What is it?”

A faint but deep rumbling sound emits from the ground. Then, it starts shaking. Tables jerk around and people grab onto pillars and each other to stop from tumbling to the ground. The floor bursts open, and out come crawling hundreds of mini steampunk looking robots.

People shriek as they try to climb onto tables and other higher surfaces, batting away the bots before they can clamber onto them.

Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, a much, much, larger mech crawls out from the depths of hell, clanking, one mechanical foot at a time.

“Ladies and gentlemen. It is I. Baron Von Steamer. Here to grace you with my presence and put an end to all your meaningless little contraptions.”

The room erupts into chaos. People run out the doors, and you watch as Hiro, Gogo, Honey Lemon, Wasabi, Fred, and Baymax (as fast as he is able to) run out as well to presumably, suit up.

I’m a little surprised no one has caught on to who they really are. I mean come on. You’d figure the big robot would be a giveaway.

Makayla, giving into her instincts, starts throwing stuff at the big offending mech.

“I am here- ow- to destroy your so called “innovations”- OUCH- and give way once more to the good old days- OW WILL YOU STOP THAT” the Baron yells.

He moves towards Makayla, aiming for her, when you and the rest of your friends step in, throwing more stuff at him, and yelling insults to keep him distracted.

One of you shouts a “history called, it wants its relics back you old fossil,” which seems to be an effective attack in terms of emotional damage.

Suddenly the ceiling breaks, as the heroes crash through it.

So, if I become a hero, can I get away with property damage? Who pays to fix it anyways? Is it Krei? Gods I hope it’s Krei. That’s the least he deserves.

Gogo zips around and grabs your friends and other civilians, dragging them to safety behind cover. Honey Lemon focuses on melting and freezing structures in place to prevent any further structural damage. Wasabi and Fred work together take care of the Baron’s mini mechs, as Hiro and Baymax confront the man himself.

“It’s over Baron. Give up. You’re outnumbered and there’s no way you can win.”

“Yeah!” yells Fred. “The only way you could possibly win is if you had some sort of bargaining chip. You know, like a hostage.”

The team pauses what they’re doing and stares at him, unimpressed and unbelieving.

Gogo glares at him. “Seriously dude?”

“What?! It’s not like there’s anyone left for him to-“ he pauses, looks around, and then spots you.

“Oh.”

Before you can react, the Baron grabs you and holds you in the air.

“Let’s all go to the showcase they said. It’ll be fun they said. This is what I get for listening to themand not staying home.”

Your friends pause their panic over your abduction (does it count as an abduction if you haven’t been moved to a secondary location? No. It’s a hostage situation) and stare at you, offended.

“JUST SAY YOU HATE US,” Lucy yells from across the hall.

“I HATE YOU GUYS,” you yell back.

The Baron squeezes tight.

“WOAH WOAH WOAH DUDE CHILL. THERE’S NO POINT HAVING A HOSTAGE IF THEY’RE NOT BREATHING.”

“…” the Baron pauses, contemplating your words. “I suppose you do have a point.”

As he slowly loosens his grip on you, Baymax launches his rocket fist right into the Baron’s mech, the force causing it to dismantle and fall into a rather neatly arranged pile of junk and rubble.

You fall to the ground and watch as the Baron escapes his suit with an agility that is actually surprising for an old man.

Huh. If he didn’t just take me hostage, I’d ask him for lessons.

…

Maybe I still can?

He runs toward you as you try to scramble away, when a suspiciously familiar looking marble rolls into your path, causing you to stumble and land flat on your back. You lay there awhile, mourning your dead pride, before the Baron picks you up and holds something to your head.

The team tenses.

“Not one step closer heroes.” He shouts.

“Uhhhh, that’s a clock,” Wasabi points out.

“Yeah what are you going to do with that,” Gogo speaks, “tell her when to wake up?”

The Baron’s face turns from one of smugness to annoyance.

“IT’S NOT A CLOCK. WHY DOES EVERYONE SAY ITS A CLOCK.” he rages, completely exasperated. He’d been hearing taunts like this since Boss Awesome was in play.

“I dunno man,” speaks Fred.

“They’ve got a point.” He pulls out a clock.

“See? Looks the same.”

“THIS IS A HIGHLY COMPLEX MACHINE, THE LIKES OF WHICH YOU DUNDERHEADED FOOLS CAN NEVER COMPREHEND.” He takes a deep breath, and continues.

“When I press this button,” he gestures to the absurdly large red button on top of the clock looking object, “it will create temporal, black hole like distortions that will close on itself, taking your friend with you.”

As the Baron continues his long winded spiel (seriously, why can’t villains just give us the bullet points?) you lock eyes with Makayla. 

Your eyes narrow as she grins at you.

And as she slowly shifts her gaze back to the Baron with a shit eating grin on her face, you can only hope and pray to every god you can think of, that this ends up well.

“Sooooo. A suck bomb?”

Lucy and Julian grab Makayla and pull her back behind cover.

“NO. ITS THE SPACE-TIME DISPLACER!!!”

James peeks his head out around the wall.

“Mmm. I see. So it’s an STD.”

Everyone freezes. One of the showcase participants coughs. Then, the room bursts into giggles.

“ENOUGH,” the Baron roars. “Let’s see who’s laughing when she’s gone.”

“NO!” Hiro yells, as the team books it towards you.

But it’s too late. Almost as if the scene is playing in slow motion, everyone watches as the Baron’s finger moves down to press against the ominously red blinking button.

A beat passes. Then two. 

Nothing?

Confused, the Baron shakes the device around. An alarm goes off. He slams the button again, stopping it.

“Huh. I guess it really was just a clock,” remarks Fred.

“What?! How can this be???? I’m sure I packed the right one.”

Looking at Honey Lemon, you nod your head down to the Baron’s feet and mouth “H2O (s).”

She looks back at you, unsure, but nods affirmatively.

Swiftly, you lift your leg up and slam your heel into the Baron’s right foot, taking his moment of excruciating pain, as a distraction to grab his arm, bend forward with full force, and throw him over your shoulder.

As soon as he hits the ground, Honey Lemon freezes him, trapping him against the floor.

Heads pop up from safety.

“Is it over?” “It looks like it?” “I’m kind of hungry now.”

You walk over to Honey Lemon and give her a big thanks, not just for saving you, but for trusting you as well.

You look over at Hiro, and with a picture perfect face of serenity painted on the outside, you mentally grin evilly like a menace.

“Thanks a lot Hiro!”

You walk away as he sputters, looking at his friends, “she means hero cause we’re… heroes… right?”

                           ~•~

In your hand, lies a small, round, and incredibly irksome object. Pinching it between your fingers you stare at it in the light, watching it reflect colours of blue and green.

A gorgeous marble indeed.

You place it in the container, seal it, and slam the button, vaporizing it.

“No more evil doing for you little marble.” You mumble under your breath.

Dusting your hands, your spin around on your heel and walk out.

“Okay! Now, who wants boba!”

Your friends all cheer.

“Boba’s on me!”

“Thanks daddy!”

“STOP. CALLING ME THAT.”

                           ~•~

Stepping through the showcase, Hiro and his friends help clean up what remains of each project.

He walks over a fallen pole, stops, and bends down to pick something up off the ground.

He holds an ID between his fingers and examines it, before pocketing it, hoping to return it to its rightful owner.

Student of SFIT; Computer Engineering Department; Y/n L/n.

Huh. So that’s her name.

A/N:

So reader is kind of a loser when it comes to any and all things romantic that involves her. She likes Hiro since she knows him from one of her previous classes. The only reason he and the others think she’s mysterious is cause she’s avoided talking to him.

To quote myself: “I would never actually fumble an interaction with a crush cause I would never interact with them!”

Thank you to the guy James is based on, he came up with all three names for the device! Scientists need to preserve his big beautiful brain.

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Kinda been neglecting posting the chapters I already have on tumblr, so as an apology, after I finish writing the next two, I’m going to post them all at once.

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Chapter 1: First? Impressions

Copied this over pretty much exactly from my AO3.

A/N: Okay guys. I am trying something entirely new. I have no idea where this is going. All I know is the first part came to me in a dream. Constructive, and when I say constructive I mean constructive, criticism is welcome!!!

The halls of the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology are a sight to behold. 

The bustling students here are all geniuses within their own rights hoping to live up to and surpass the standards set by their predecessors. 

Within these halls they can be heard casually showcasing their latest projects, chatting about classes, and gossiping about the latest superhero news.

Right now, however, the halls are silent.

All that can be heard are the clicks and clacks of your heeled boots, walking down the empty hallway during instructional time.

As a high schooler with only a few classes taken at this prestigious institution, you end up having a lot of free time on your hands. And, as a regularly busy person, this much free time is something you don’t know what to do with.

Your solution? Tech support for the wonderful minds of SFIT.

The clicks and clacks slow to a stop. You scan your badge on the card reader, and step inside the maker space.

The door closes behind you, and outside, the halls are silent once more.

                                  ~•~

“My suit shoots fire, Honey Lemon can just make freeze balls, Wasabi can cut things with invisible lasers, Gogo is basically the Flash, and you and Baymax can fly!!!”

“Yeah using pyrotechnics, chemistry, laser-induced plasma, frictionless maglev disks, and thrusters.”

“It’s basically out of a comic book!!!! So why can’t we have shrink rays, or turn me into a fire breathing dragon?!”

“Again, science. Vs science fiction.”

“…At least an invisible sandwich?” He asks with the biggest puppy dog eyes the other has ever seen.

The response is an equally impressive deadpan.

“Uh hello?”

Whipping their heads around, they turn to face you.

“Hi!” you continue, “I’m from the computer engineering side of the department? I’m here because of a request submitted to us by a Fredrick…” 

You take a quick glance down at the notepad, pause, then look down at it again. 

“A Fredrick Flamarion Frederickson IV?”

Gods, who named this kid? Clearly someone with a love for alliteration.

“Right! That’s me! You can just call me Fred!” speaks the taller guy in the surprisingly impressive costume (although you’re not exactly sure how safe it is in a lab).

“And this,” Fred pushes his less than enthusiastic companion (is he digging his heels in?) in front of him, “is Hiro.”

“Oh! You’re in my digital design class, right?”

“Yes! I mean, yeah. Yeah. I uh, I sit behind you.” He laughs nervously.

“Oh,” you grimace, “sorry for… anything really, you’ve heard my friends and I say.” 

Fuck, please don’t tell me he heard us discussing our survival rates: Gotham edition. Or worse, our hear me outs. No one outside the group needs to know I’m anything but a professional.

Shaking your head, you clear your thoughts and focus. The sooner you finish this, the sooner you can get back to your game. 

I need to know what happens to Akechi.

“Anyways! Fred, you were saying about your computer?”

“Oh-ho, yeah! I was conducting some very important top secret research,” Hiro narrows his eyes, casting a doubtful look at Fred, who blissfully ignores it, “when the computer shut off. I can’t get it to turn back on.”

“Can you show me your computer?”

“Right this way m’lady!”

Fred, followed by Hiro who you can only presume is accompanying him to check out his research, takes you through the ’Nerd Lab.’

Your passage takes you past a meticulously organized area that is still being organized by the big nervous man, past the young woman, who looks like she could kill you if you’re not careful, throwing disks at the wall (you have to duck once while walking past), and what looks to be a woman trying to excavate another woman from a block of ice?

What kind of lab is this??? I hope she’s okay.

Finally, you all stop in front of a door.

Fred grabs a card from inside the mouth of his suit, and scans it against the card reader before stepping inside.

Hiro hesitates, before doing the same, mumbling about what you think is a concern about the procurement of said card.

As you enter the room, you take note of the disheveled state of it. Although, it’s not uncharacteristic, as labs and work stations are usually messy, especially when one is in the middle of a project. Hell, who are you to judge? You’re pretty sure you’ve left a soldering iron on in yours.

Speaking of, I should probably check on that once this is done. We’ve already had character arcs ‘cause of a fire. A second might give us more villains instead.

“Fred…” speaks Hiro. “Why are we in my lab…”

“Well about that,” he cheerfully begins to respond.

“IS IT MY LAPTOP YOU BROKE????? FRED, I JUST STARTED WORKING ON A NEW CHIP FOR BAYMAX.”

As the two discuss loudly (you don’t think you can classify it as a fight. There seems to be no animosity between them.) you notice a few odd things: a stack of papers, half of them on the floor next to the desk, the computer shifted to the right (obvious by the lack of dust over where it once was), and le pièce de résistance, a suspicious black cord.

Interrupting the two who are now locked in a staring contest, you snap your fingers between them, watching them jump.

You turn to Fred.

“Did you trip?” You ask.

His eyes widen to the size of saucers.

So that’s what that looks like. I didn’t know that was possible.

“How did you know???” He questions, stunned, before grabbing your shoulders and staring you down.

“Doyouhavesuperpowers??? Areyouahero? Areyouavillain?,” he pauses. Gasps. And then:

“Are you… a witch?”

Staring at him unimpressed, the answer comes as a simple: “Yes.”

You’re not sure if he’ll recognize it as sarcasm but you’ll deal with any consequences later.

You shrug off his hands, sit on the floor, and then begin to wriggle your way through the gap behind the desk, grabbing the cord along the way.

One plugged in cord later, you pop back up, hit the power button, and watch as the computer screen lights up.

“All done. You just knocked a cord loose when you tripped.”

Rushing to what you now know is his computer, Hiro starts running diagnostics to ensure Fred didn’t cause any other damage.

“You should really consider some serious cable management. Your wires are all over the place.”

“Uh huh,” he responds distractedly.

Fred, in the meanwhile, has taken to ushering the rest of his friends into the room.

“Seriously, I can reach out to one of my EE friends to help. She needs the hours anyway.”

(A/N: For you readers, EE is short for electrical engineering. A major that works with wires a lot and a major whose students have looked at me disapprovingly when noting the state of the wires in our team’s robots. Dear EE majors. I was not in charge of those.)

Fred and the others watch as you try to convince Hiro to make arrangements to organize his wires properly.

Wasabi watches in approval, happy to see that someone else has the sense to keep things organized, Honey Lemon with excitement at the prospect of Hiro having more friends his age, Gogo in slight amusement, and Fred looking like he’s about to burst if he doesn’t say whatever’s on his mind.

He clears his throat once. Twice. And then for good measure thrice, before violently hacking up his lungs to get your attention.

Startled, you turn around, nod in acknowledgment to his friends (who you are just realizing have seen you using your weakest skills of persuasion), and then, stare at Fred questioningly, raising a single eyebrow for added effect.

Eyes intense, he stands a little taller, as if the weight of the world could not get him down. He… stretches? For some reason? And then, with an air of importance that only someone about to say something critical may have, opens his mouth and-

“Hypothetically, how would one get their hands on an invisible sandwich?”

The others groan.

“Hypothetically of course!” He defends.

“Um, well. With the technology we currently have, it isn’t possible. But maybe in the distant future we’ll be able to make them? Until then, any ‘invisible sandwich’ would just be an Emperor’s Clothes situation.”

Hiro turns around, and blinks. You blink back. He blinks again.

It’s unclear as to whether this is a blink off or a strange coincidence or the author’s way of getting them to interact once more-

“AHA! SO IT IS POSSIBLE! TAKE THAT GUYS!”

As the room dissolves into a chaos and mix of “noit’s not possible!!!,” and “anything is possible with the power of science!!!”, you quietly remove yourself from the area, and walk backwards to the door.

You glance at the group again, and make eye contact with Hiro.

You wink at him, before slipping outside and closing the door behind you.

Your exit is as deliberate as your entrance.

And this time, as you walk away, the halls remain silent.

                                  ~•~

“She seemed nice!” Honey Lemon remarks.

Gogo looks at her. “Seemed a little suspicious to me.”

A “She had the right idea about organizing these wires! Hiro, seriously, this is a mess!!! How can you live like this???”, Comes from a very dedicated to the art of cleanliness, Wasabi.

“Did anyone even catch her name?”

The room falls into silence at Gogo’s question, as they try and think back on every word exchanged with you.

“Huh. I guess not. That’s odd. Oh well! Probably not that important.” Fred dismisses.

Hiro, on the other hand, wonders how he’s been classmates with you, but can’t seem to remember your name.

A/N: I actually have had to crawl through a really dusty passage formed by two tables and a wall, cause I was the only one small enough to fit. Anyways. I hope you guys enjoyed it! And again, feedback is welcome!

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Hiro x Scarlet Witch! Reader

➤ The First Time You Meet

Hiro notices you before you even use your powers. You’re just the quiet new kid at SFIT, sitting in the corner, hoodie up, headphones in. Then someone knocks into your desk. A pencil flies off and suddenly stops mid-air, suspended in glowing red hex energy. Hiro freezes.

“That… was awesome.”

You blush. Everyone else is staring. Hiro is staring too—but with fascination, not fear. He sits next to you for the rest of the day.

➤ Hiro Wants to Study Your Powers SO BAD

He is in science gremlin mode instantly. He’s making theories about:

• the energy output

• the neural pathways

• the emotional triggers

• the wavelength of your hex energy

• the physics of telekinesis

• whether you could rewrite matter (you can)

You tell him it’s basically magic. Hiro stares blankly.

“No. No, it has to be science somewhere.”

You lift his notebook with your mind.

“Science.”

You lift him next.

“Magic.”

He yelps, flailing in mid-air.

“OKAY FINE! MAGIC!”

➤ He Becomes Your Personal Support Team

Whenever your powers overwhelm you, or emotions flare too hard, Hiro is the one who anchors you. You’re shaking, breathing fast, red magic flickering around your hands. Hiro cups your cheeks gently, thumbs brushing your skin.

“Hey. Look at me. Focus on me.

I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your magic steadies every time he touches you.

➤ You Help Him Upgrade Baymax

Hiro: “I want Baymax to be able to detect magical energy signatures.”

You: “Hiro, sweetheart, my powers aren’t really—”

Hiro, already typing at Mach 10:

“Too late, I’m doing it.”

Baymax now has a mode where he can tell when your emotions spike. You hate it.

Baymax: “Y/N, I detect emotional distress. Would you like a hug?”

You: buried in Hiro’s hoodie “I would, actually.”

➤ He Falls in Love With Your Emotion, Not Your Power.

Hiro doesn’t care that you can crush a car with your mind.

What gets him is:

• how excited you get when showing him a new ability

• how gently you use your powers around him

• how you apologize when something breaks

• how soft your voice becomes when you’re scared of losing control

You once told him:

“I’m dangerous.”

Hiro shook his head, sliding his hand into yours.

“No. You’re powerful. Not dangerous.

Big difference.”

➤ Your Hex Powers + His Tech = Absolute Chaos

You two working together is either:

• incredible, or a complete disaster. There’s no in-between.

Hiro: “I’m gonna throw this microbot into the air—catch it with telekinesis okay?”

You: “Sure!”

→ 0.2 seconds later

→ the microbots are rearranging the furniture

→ Fred is stuck in the ceiling

Hiro, panicking:

“TAKE IT BACK, TAKE IT BACK—”

➤ Hiro Is SO Protective of You

When villains target you for your powers? Hiro doesn’t think. He just acts. He jumps in front of you. He blocks attacks. He pulls you close when things get overwhelming. He yells at anyone who tries to use your powers against you.

“You want them?

You’re going through me first.”

He’s shaking—terrified—but he stands firm. And you’ve never loved someone more.

➤ Your First Kiss Is… Chaotic

You two were working late. You were tired. Hiro took your hand to help you up. You leaned in. He froze. You kissed him anyway. Red hex energy sparked around you both, little firework-like flickers. Hiro breathlessly whispered:

“Do it again.”

➤ Domestic Moments

• Hiro sitting on the floor using your lap as a pillow while he codes

• You levitating snacks to him when he forgets to eat

• Him hugging you from behind when your powers act up

• You repairing broken tech with telekinesis

• Hiro doodling little hearts with your initials on his blueprints

• You floating him out of bed when he refuses to wake up

“Put me down!”

“No.”

➤ Hiro’s Favorite Thing About You

Not the powers. Not the magic. Not the chaos. He loves the way you smile at him like he’s worth the world. He loves how soft you are, how warm your voice gets when he’s stressed, how you believe in him more than he believes in himself. He once told you quietly:

“You’re my hero too.

You know that, right?”

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I promise I’ll get this chapter out, the latest by tomorrow, but it’s getting a lot longer than I expected 😭.