Pichi's One-shots: Younger Hamada (Hiro Hamada × Reader)

17 || True Colors

Go listen "True Colors" from the movie "Trolls" through the whole one-shot.

Came across the hall
In my eyes,
Among them all
She had the shine

She maybe anti-social
But I love her in total
I want her to be with me

But my confidence go away and flee

All the problems around her
She probabbly thinks she's the only one
But I, her secret admirer
Can help her get through done

I know [favorite pastry] is you want
But I don't know if I'm enough sweet
Just thinking about these
Makes my cheeks embarass with heat

Everytime you sing, I hear
Makes my ears perk up
Listen in every tune, every note
Its often my hobby to make it my melody

Someday you'll get to know me

Maybe my sparkling eyes in glee
If that ever happens
I'll hug you tight and tell you "I'm here"

---

You were walking through the fields of SFIT, when something blocked your view.

You heard laughs around you. You quickly snatched the paper from your eyes and about to crumple it away, when you took a glimpse of your name on it.

As you read the whole thing, confusion is clouding up in your mind.

Then after the poetry, some note is written below.

[Y/N] [L/N], if you believe me
Meet me by the tree
Where you'll find your name
Carved in, and I'm the one to blame

In front of Ito Ishioka Robotics Lab
Is the place
Where can I get the chance
To win your heart in ace

Your [E/C] eyes widened when you put it all together.

I am the one in the whole poem. I'm not assuming or something!

But why would anyone would like to hang out with me?

You pocketed it and continued your walking, many thoughts swervling in your brain.

Do I really had a secret admirer around here, or is this some kind of a joke?

---

"Baymax! Any sign of it?!"

"I cannot determine any sign of the note you were looking for."

He teared up his already messy... well, messier hair.

"I can't lose that! I have to gave it to her, its my only way and I lost it?!"

"Hiro, I suggest you to make a new one."

He slumped down in his chair and banged his head on his desk.

I was about to gave it to her today.

Then the school bell rings, cue of the end of another day at SFIT.

"Okay, buddy. How about we get her home safe?"