"So....."

The doughy lump sat on the counter in front of you, seeming to wait as well as you two. Hiro glances at you and snickers since you have flour all over your apron, plus smudges on your face. It was a bit difficult task to complete after mixes ingredients to make dough, though Hiro had no problem.

"...,how do we roll it out?" You look at Hiro who grins and nudges you, "Toss it." The teen started to roll out the dough before tossing it up into the air while spinning it. You smiled in amazement as the dough proceeded to thin into a circle. Toss. Spin. Catch. Toss. Spin. You see a frown appear on Hiro's faces and the dough landed right on his head.

"Hiro!"

Hiro seen the dough in his vision but soon it was (E/c) eyes looking in his eyes, worried. You had made holes for his eyes and his mouth as a small smile graced your lips, "You're not suppose to wear the dough, weirdo." Hiro felt your fingers brush against his chin when you pull the dough up to get it off his head.

You loved how his skin was very soft on yiur fingertips, but you had to get this sticky dough off before it crusted. Hiro watched your concentration as you try to get the substance of his hair. That caused your fingers to softly skim through his hair, of course you done that many times but to Hiro. It felt different.

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The table was set up with your favorite drinks and the homemade pizza sitting in the center. "Mmm! You two are getting better at making pizza." Aunt Cass says after a bite, smiling happily at you two. Hiro grins with cheese hanging from his mouth to the pizza. "Yeah? Well Tadashi would've-"

"Please......I miss you....."

Hiro stops what he was about to say when a faint voice of Tadashi echoes in his ears. He shakes his head and sighs, now picking at the crust of the pizza. You look at Hiro in concern as he gets up and heads upstairs. "I.....I need to be alone for awhile." You stand with worry, "Hiro." It hurt very much at how he continued up the stairs.

Cass stared ominously at you and stood up, speaking in a dry tone, "You know, you can't keep this up for much longer." The once cheerful aunt now walked to her room in irritation. You gave a vacant look at the table and hear something drop. Your fingers shakily touch the salty drop that fell from your eye. Despair crossed your face as you held a hand to your aching heart that swelled your chest.

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The Pain Here That I Feel.

Try And Tell Me It's Not Real.

I Know That I Am Dead.

Yet It Seems I Still Have Some Tears To Shed.