Message Me (Hiro x Reader)
This entire one-shot is made entirely of texts! Requested by myself haha. Feel free to use this idea. I made it sad, by the way.
Tuesday, 11:42 AM
Hiro: Hey (Y/N) :)
(Y/N): Hi :D
Hiro: Sup?
(Y/N): Homework :(
Hiro: Need help studying? hehe
Hiro: You can come over if you want. Aunt Cass wants more feedback on her new pastry recipe
(Y/N): Sure! I'll come over.
Tuesday, 9:56 PM
Hiro: You asleep yet? ^_^
(Y/N): Not yet
Hiro: Do you need a snuggle ;)
(Y/N): Haha
Hiro: Okay I need to go to bed Tadashi's yelling at me :/
(Y/N): Okay goodnight x
Wednesday, 10:14 AM
(Y/N): Hiro :D
Hiro: Yeah?
(Y/N): Do you want to hang out? I FINALLY finished the homework
Hiro: Sure :D
(Y/N): Where do you want to go?
Hiro: Anywhere you want ^_^
(Y/N): Uh... how about the movies? And then dinner?
Hiro: That's practically a date! >:O
Hiro: I'll get you at 2 :)
Wednesday, 7:02 PM
(Y/N): Do you want to come over tomorrow?
Hiro: Uh... nah :/
(Y/N): Well okay :P
Hiro: So... I gtg
(Y/N): Okay
Thursday, 2:07 PM
(Y/N): Hey where were you today at school?
Friday, 6:48 PM
(Y/N): Dude Hiro are you okay? You missed out two days of school.
(Y/N): You're not even reading my messages
(Y/N): ...
(Y/N): Okay message me when you're avaliable
Saturday, 1:37 PM
(Y/N): Hiro
(Y/N): I saw the news today. There was a flaming building that exploded.
(Y/N): come on Hiro message me...
Sunday, 4:19 PM
(Y/N): Okay I'm assuming you're ignoring me :/ You can just tell me if you're mad. . . we miss you at school. . .
Monday, 2:42 PM
Hiro: Hey (Y/N). This is Tadashi. Hiro isn't responding because of the accident that happened recently. He died. . .
Hiro: He didn't want to hang out on Wednesday because he was too embarrassed to ask you out. He really liked you.
Hiro: I hope you'll be okay. We have a memorial for him tomorrow. . .
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That was kind of random. . . but I hope you liked it.
My new story is up: http://www.wattpad.com/83842605-two-hamada-brothers-bh6-x-reader-author%27s-note
Bye Naturians!
~Clover
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